Obsession

I cut my wrist
it numbs the pain
numerous scars and memories
I only have myself to blame.
I know what I do
I know it's not right
I feel like I'm to weak
I've lost the will to fight.
It's not your fault
please try to understand
my knife is my rope
when I'm sinking into quicksand.
I don't wish to end my life
It just helps my pain break free,
and when no one else will listen
my knife is always here to help me.
I wish I could stop
believe me I've tried
but seeing the blood
gives me a high.
I know your trying to make me feel better
by asking me questions
but the only thing I need
is help with my obsession.