Panic

Panic fills my head
i look at my wrists
They just won't stop
Soon I'll be dead

I've finally done it
No longer a threat
The cuts go deep
I think I need to sit

I feel I've been here before
But these will be my first scars
I must have done other things
To help with my sores

I lean over the sink
I look at myself
Staring blankly in the mirror
My face white, no longer pink

They just keep flowing
Wrists stained blood red
Unable to stop this
But I'm not really trying

Soon I'll be dead
I think to myself
Is this what I really want
Panic fills my head