I've Cut...

~This Isn't True...~

My skin is sore
I'm sorry now
I've ran to the blade
I don't know how

My wrist is bleeding
The keys are red
I'm writing a poem
to confess instead

Was doing so well
But what changed?
I think it was my mind
It went deranged

This feeling of doubt
Was in my head
I couldn't deal
So with that I bled

I'm starting to think
Maybe I'm dreaming
Did I really cut?
Though I hear my screaming

I'm letting you know
My action I regret
It is a one off
Don't get upset

My willpower broke
You're really mad
I am so sorry...
But some are glad