Wanting isn’t enough.

I don’t want to do it anymore,

I’m tired of staring at the blade,

I no longer want to see the blood,

I can’t handle the scars any longer,

If I could take it all back I would,

Nothing is worth this,

I’m tired of hiding,

I don’t want to be scared any longer,

I want to be free,

But I don’t want to take the easy way out,

I want to live through this,

I want it to make me stronger,

Other people can handle things,

So why can’t I?

I’ve been trying to stop,

Every night I’ll tell myself no,

No more cuts,

No more blood,

No more quick relief,

But it never lasts,

I always go back,

It’s an addiction,

And I’ve become a statistic,

Something I never wanted to be,

I don’t want to be one of those people pitied,

So how can I stop it?

If I learned to control my emotions,

Learned to realise not everyone has an agenda,

Perhaps that will help,

I’ll try,

I really will,

But now,

I’m going back,

I’m going to sink down,

Into the familiar pain,

The welcoming blood,

I’ll try tomorrow.

A/N: I know it’s choppy and kind of bad, but I just wanted to post it. I just sat and wrote it, no thought to the rhythm of the poem (perhaps that’s why it turned out bad, ha-ha). Ah well. That’s how I feel. And well, review if you’d like to. I’d appreciate feedback of any form.