What I Want

The pain seeps from my wrists in the form of blood,
Forever dripping, forever leaving a scar.
I'm always wanting to get away from the pain,
Suicide maybe? No I could never go that far.

The blade runs upon my arm,
Leaving a trail of my blood.
Why must I always do myself harm?
I wish the pain would just go away.

I don't want to cry anymore,
I just want to be happy.
I don't want to hurt Dominique, or cut behind that closed door,
All I want to do is smile true again.

Why must my i cry so much?
I Don't want to hurt anymore.
If only you could understand,
How much I miss the moments I would be laughing so much I was on the floor.

(it's not done yet)