Need to Bleed

Crying in my room
Behind my closed door
Cutting my skin
Blood dripping to the floor.

Thinking of death
Thinking of the past
Thinking to myself
How long will I last?

The knife gets so deep
As I hold it in my hand.
People have tried to help
But nobody understands.

I just have this temptation.
One i can not resist.
This temptation of bleeding.
Knives slicing through my wrist.

It's not that I want to
I just need to feel the pain.
Whenever I am down
I cut nearly every vein.

You just don't get it.
It's not the want but the need.
I know you wouldn't understand,
But I have the need to bleed.