I slice the blade across my arm,
many would call this self harm,
i call ir reliefe from pain,
if i did not do it i would go insane.
to see the blood glisten and shine,
why does this life have to be mine.
i like the pain that it makes me feel,
it is the only thing in life that feels real.
seeing the sliver covered in red,
that is when i wish i was dead.
so no one would have to see the scars,
all the scars on my arms.
i would not get asked the question are you ok?
which i get at least 10 times a day.
i need to leave this world and start a new,
but i do not no where to start or what to do.
