HELP

There's a dull

pain of a blade

sliding across skin

the thing that amazes me so

is when blood begins

I may not be brave enough to press down hard

I may not be brave enough to cause a scar.

But the thing that suits me is when my skin

breaks and bleeds

just enough to see red

then I know...no matter how cold

I'm not yet dead

Still I want to drain out my hate

letting the cutting be my fate

Will I live

or will I die?

I don't think I should even try

Let it come

come and go

Emotions...stay..

feelings flow

No longer caring about what you say

I will keep on dragging the blade through the day

till marks go up my arms and hands

So the marks with be my brands

they will show how I feel inside

Self Mutilation

causes me to hide

I will not say anything more as inside I yelp

as the outside shows how much I need help.