Why Do I Do It?

Why is it you would ask that the hurt myself
A constant reminder of second best.
No love, no heart
Constant shatter
Drops of blood drip on the tiled floor
No one sees anyway
So why does it matter.
Dark oblivion is all I seek.
Not even my dreams are safe.
A constant reminder of what was never meant to be.
A slow yearning and a wounded heart.
Shed no tears and don't fall apart.
Darkness clouds over and pain erupts
This is the final end.
The final stop.