Trigger warning: self harm

When I get home
From camp
I go to the draw
In the kitchen
And get two knives
One serrated,
And one not.
I grab some scissors too,
And then I try
Each one
To see
Which will bleed,
But none of them do.
So I dig each one into my wrist
Till it’s a wound
Without blood.
And then
I put on a jumper
And go back
To pretending it’s okay.