Pain By Three Days Grace

He drags the razor over his bicep. He knows it stupid, he knows that there will be scars but he doesn't care because he needs to feel something, anything. And if that something is pain he'll take it. He knows that no one will ever guess because he's the smart one. The one they turn to when they can't figure the puzzle out themselves. Even when he feels nothing he still has the sense to cut where no one will see it because really, when does anyone see him shirtless? The razor sliding through his skin and the sharp sting bring him back and he quickly puts the razor back in his wallet and stuffs it in his messenger bag. He slaps a bandaid on it so it wont bleed through the shirt he's throwing on. He tuggs the sweater vest over the shirt grabs that bag and is out the door on his way to the BAU where he'll smile as he passes everyone he'll laugh at their good natured teasing and at lunch when he can feel himself going numb he'll go for a 'coffee run' and cut in his car before getting the coffee. The rest of the day will go by and no one will expect a thing. It's how it works, it's how it's allways been and it's how it will always be.