Carvings Of Pain

Confusion is in my mind
Pain is in my soul
My mind is telling me yes
My body is telling me no

Struggling to reach that knife
That I have learned so well to know
Trying to find some relief
That I soon have to show

Finally grasping onto the knife
That I've seen many times before
The knife touching my skin so softly
My wrists soon again to be sore

Taking a deep breath in
Then letting oiut all the air
Thinking of my restless past
And the cuts that soon will tear

Sliding the knife firmly across
As red liquid seeps through my deep cut
Dripping freely onto the floor
My liquid-filled eyes close tightly shut

Collapsing onto my soft bed
The knife falls hard on the ground
Looking at nothing but darkness
My ears not hearing a sound

Awakening to dawn the next morning
I stare at my blood-stained wrist
Knowing they aren't my last carvings
For more cutting I will not resist

P.S. Please comment and me tell what u think...thanks! .:.Amy K.:.