Slits and Cuts

Crying myself to sleep at night.
Cutting to deal with the pain.
Bleeding to let it pour out.
Pain inflicted so I am in control.
Don't you see the pain inside,
brooding, keeping itself hot?
Pain becoming depression,
depression transforming into hate.
My face I cannot see
because my eyes are blurry
and my mirror is shattered.
I am in pieces,
shattered just like my mirror.
I need someone to put me back together
and save me from myself.