Cut yourself for me

Tear drops on your shoulder
And blood stains on your hands
Cover up the evidence
As this guilt trip expands

Being told that it's your fault
Hurting them more than yourself
This isn't what I need now
I just need your love and help

I don't know who to turn to
All my options have dried up
So I listen to the voices
That tell me I should cut

The circle has been completed
I cut myself for them
But when I see their pain
I see they've cut themselves again

Cut yourself for me
I will cut myself for you
But ending this depression
Is something I can't do

*this poem is not advice, nobody should self-harm, these are my words not my opinions*