Cutting

5, 10, 15 cuts lay upon my wrists
i try to stop but its hard to resist
this feeling inside me that wants to let it all out
but its not as easy as just one shout

i try to stop, so it can all end
but i can't find enough comfort in my friends
nothing can amount to the pain inside
and this is a way to help me hide

if i hit that vein
i know I'll just add to the pain
this knife will one day drop
and it will when this depression stops

until then I'll count the scars
and make a wish to the stars
that what I'm doing will end
and the pain I'm shedding will mend