The Pattern

A thousand cuts in my head
A hundred on my arm
Razor blades are delicate
And make such thin, white scars
Stark in the pattern
Are red criss-crossing stripes
Newly joining forces
With the wall of white
Far above, a single teardrop
Warns of an escape
But sleep-deprived eyes
Blink so that it stays
End scene without words
No waterworks are shed
Terrorized by devil's night