Mistake

Pain
Splitting in my chest
Headaches wishing
to be laid to rest
Tears never cease to fall
I'm standing shriveled
When I used to stand so tall
Crumpled; reduced to rubble
Pride soon became shame
My mind became troubled
Cutting had become a game
A game I won
A game I never lost
A shame-filled game
But all games come with a cost
The flow of blood
Soon ceased within my veins
The endless flood
Had started to drain
One prick
Had gone too deep
Then my life
Was not mine to keep
One misstep
I'd made a mistake
Now my life
Is Death's to take.