Never Mending

I cant take it
no, not another fight
i got to my room
and sit by candlelight

i take out a pen
and begin to write
of all the pain
caused by my fright

writing is not enough
so i take out my blade
i sit there and think
of all the marks that are self-made

i press it into my skin
and watch as the blood begins to flow
i remember some happiness
that i experienced long long ago

i wish it would end
so i no longer feel the pain
i push harder and pull
and just watch the blood rain

i thirst for the pain
to make it all go away
i will be all better
i like to think, maybe one day

second by second
minute by minute
hour by hour
day by day
week by week
month by month
year by year

my pain grows
never ending
always thriving
never mending