My mistakes

I'm beyond insane
Ive tried my chance at the game
The game of pain
Minus the cuts so bright red
Ive taken to scratches instead

With sharp needle in hand
I begin to understand
The thrill
One deep for you leaving me
Two deep for my mistakes
Another for the suffering
Ive awaited on my own
I admit I'm getting worse
I shouldn't be left alone
But I see why this needle
Will be all I need now
As it stabs my wrist
I cant help but resist
One more
Just one more
I'm okay, really I am
Only my arm suffers
Burning red
But theres no blood
I swear

So weak
So quiet
The tears are ready to fall
Cant speak
Cant imagine
Why I had to do it
Why I hurt now
I don't know