I thought I was Normal

I always thought I was normal,
I discovered one day that there really was no such thing.
I have a dark secret no one knows,
I cannot help it I like the way blood flows.
I cut almost everyday .
It helps to take the pain away.
I can control how I feel with a knife.
It's good to feel behind the wheel of your life.
I wish I could stop,
but if I do then what?
I will still have the scars from when I cut.
It is really bad it's true,
but I cannot help it I am always blue.
I know that there is no such thing as normal,
good thing too because that is something I am not.
I am the girl who laid on the bathroom floor and fought.
The knife next to me,
listening to my parents screams.
A pool of blood around my weakend small frame.
My best friend looking at me in shame
I looked at her eyes full of pain, took the knife and finished taking my life in vein.