Disturbed Soul - re-submission

I had 2 re-enter this poem because the last time i submitted it, it never showed up with the other poems. thnk u, plz rate n comment. xXx.

Red ribbon painting my wrist,
As blood is slowly released,
Searching inside my broken heart,
For that disturbed inner peace.

I look into my hazel eyes,
And the pain becomes so clear,
With mascara stained cheeks forming,
I let go of my darkest fear.

Cutting it all, out of my life,
With a sharp blade close to my vein,
I repeat this, creating more scars,
And I let go of all my pain.

But when I look into this mirror,
There’s one thing I cannot find,
Maybe I’m not looking hard enough,
Or I’m searching with eyes so blind.

I’m trying to look for the pieces,
Of my torn and tattered heart,
And I should look to you for this,
Because you tore it all apart.

But you don’t care, or help me,
And it pains me everyday,
I want to make you love me,
And I cant wish it all away.

So as I lay there silently,
I look up into the night sky,
Looking up into heaven,
As my home for when I die.

I wipe the blood from my blade,
And pray for just one more night,
My scars are just my battle wounds,
But I haven’t given up the fight.

And for now I shall cut away,
Letting go of what makes me cry,
And when the day comes to recover,
I’ll no longer wish to die.