As I Cut Myself

It's so quiet
except for my tears falling down
as I'm pressing the sharp blade
against my once beautiful skin.

There is so much red.
All this blood is flowing and dripping
from my deep and painful wounds
echoing my inner pain.

Somehow I feel satisfaction
as I feel the blade
slicing into my skin.
I only deserve this pain.

Now I feel anguish
as I start to realize what I've done.
But at the same time
I feel I've accomplished something
while I'm gazing at the marks on my arm.

People that know ask why.
They don't understand the reasons
and neither do I.