Clean
Stains of desolate and dew,
Marks that never go away
All in all I hate myself
For doing this each day
The blade flickers with light
The blood runs like tears
All in all I scare myself
For letting in these fears.
The marks are there
For everyone to see
All in all I wish I had not,
I wish that I could flee.
The world is at an end
I wish I had not seen
That all in all I am just me
And I wish that blade were clean.