When will the days end?

Hating my life and throwing it away.
Sitting in my room, hiding the pain.
Cutting myself is the only way out.
To relieve my pain, it never leaves me in doubt.
Each time I just miss the vein.
People think this is just a game.
But its not, its how I help myself get through each day.
Because no one understands, no matter what they say.
Each time I cut myself, I watch the blood drop.
When it hits the ground, its all the pain I've got.
Leaving my soul, Leaving my mind.
But the next day, there's always more to find.
So I'll cut myself again and again.
Until finally my days come to an end.....