Nights

I kiss my mom goodnight,
Slowly walk to my room,
The tears I try to fight,
I look in the mirror,
Who I see is just not right,
I change my clothes,
And grab my knife,
I cut in deep,
And watch for a second,
Out pours my blood,
Along with my strife,
Then I bandage it up really nice,
And fall on my pillow and weep,
I cry and I cry,
My eyes get heavy,
Exhaustion takes over,
And I dive into sleep.