Why Do I Do It?

WHY DO I DO IT?
And reflecting upon my thoughts
From the night that has gone last
I cried myself to sleep once more
As I thought about my past

I sliced upon my purest flesh
My blood left a reddened stain
And every cut, so strategically placed
Allowed me to release some of my pain

I wept until my eyes stung
Until they were black and blue
I stopped silently, wishing for death
And started, because I knew life wasn’t through

My heart battered, my soul now lost
I sliced once more upon my wrist
The release that followed was crazy
Almost like a stolen, poisoned kiss

I cried my last tear last night
Enough blood to fill a lake
Loving you will eventually kill me
And yet I gladly put my life on stake