The problem Is ME...

I did it again,
The familiar pain,
I thought I was better,
I have no one to blame.

I watch in regret,
At the blood on my skin,
I thought I had stopped,
There is no way to win.

I should be happy,
I don't understand,
This addiction consumes me,
Inflicted by hand.

I do not need help,
Just to release,
My feelings and thoughts,
That I cannot cease.

I must be selfish,
For it could be worse,
I had no real reason,
This is some kind of curse.

I want to explain,
But it is just too hard,
I watch the blood drip,
My skin is now marred.

I know you're concerned,
I really do care,
I want to stop,
For you, it's not fair.

I promise I'll try.
But I can't guarantee,
It is not your fault,
The problem is me.

* I think the poem speaks for itself...*