All My Fault

Sliding over skin,
Releasing the pain within,
My head begins to spin,
And I feel like it's a sin.

Cutting through my arm,
My heart fills with alarm,
Causing me some harm,
His voice, a soothing balm,

Blood begins to flow,
My self-esteem is low,
I wish he didn't know,
That I am hurting so.

And as I close my eyes,
I wish that I could die,
Then I wouldn't have to try,
To make everything a lie.