I'm Different

I sit in a corner wandering why
I cut myself and have the urge to die
I take the blade and slide it across my wrist
I intake more pain and I'm sick of this shit
the blood begins to drip
then begins to pour
thirty seconds later there's a puddle on the floor
filled with sorrow
filled with pain
everythings the same
it will never change
Do i stop the bleeding or just let it flow
the feeling of my warm blood lets me know
that i am weak
so weak
and yet I'm okay with that because it lets me know that I am different!!