Trapped

Sinful evil
Bleeding skin
Don't let them see
What lies within
Blades on skin
Chilling touch
All these feelings
Can't see much
Water dripping
No wait that's blood
Smell of metal
Sound of hissing
Taste the bile
Spit it up
Burning throat
Urge to smile
One more cut
Make that two
One day you'll flee
But until then for now you bleed