My Words are Lies

Blood runs down my hand
A patter against the tub
Soap stings sourly
Water rushes the red away
Like courage washed away with fear
A white towel now stained red
Wraps tightly holding in
The secrets I wish to keep
Sleeves pulled up to shaking hands
And the eyes of the trusted
Mentally unwrapping my secrets
And a tight embrace
To calm the shaking
A smile
"I won't do it again"
The words I say
Even When I know
They are all lies

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A poem of the repetition of suicidal habits.