I feel it deep inside of me,
the need to bleed starts to consume my body again,
as i contemplate picking up the razor blade that sits before me,
tears streaming down my face,
as i desperately try to find another way to relieve this pain,
but there's nothing,
the sharp steel embeds itself in my skin as the blood begins flow,
why is this the only thing that makes me feel real,
and why cant i resist,
i sit and cry for feeling the relief,
and for the shame and guilt,
what is wrong with me,
i cut again but this time deeper more blood flows down my legs and arms,
uncontrollably i cant stop,
there is no one here to prise the blade from my hand so i keep cutting and cutting,
how far will i go,
will i be able to resist the urge to end it all?
