Red Stains On The Floor

I grab the knife and
I slice it
softly, against my skin. 

I feel it, 
I feel every part of the knife
I feel the pain

I remember him
I remember us
I cut deeper

The white floor
Suddenly turns red
I smile and cry 
all at the same time

I hear a noise
Footsteps, damn it
My family wasn't supposed to come home 

I hide everything 
I grab a towel and
clean the blood. 

I hide the fresh scars 
The hoodie does a great job 

My mother comes up, 
I fake a smile and she gives me a kiss. 

I never stopped since then.