• The darkness in me eats at me,
    tears me from the inside out.
    The emotional suffering I'm going through,
    is unbearable,
    uncontrollable.
    So I accompany that emotional pain
    with physical pain,
    a suffering I can try to control.
    The feel of the razor against my flesh,
    is such a sudden rush for me.
    And with that rush comes memories,
    memories haunt me,
    haunt me with torture and anguish.
    I think to myself,
    "Who would miss me when I'm gone?"
    "Who would care if I end it all here
    and now?"
    I keep telling myself to stop this,
    to stop thinking this way.
    But then again,
    what if I can't?
    What if I keep thinking this way,
    keep mutilating myself,
    keep the blood surging.
    I could go insane!
    I could lose it all.
    My family,
    my friends,
    everything I hold dear!
    all to the darkness in me
    and every part of me dies.