WHAT I'VE DONE part 1

The darkness. It brings on the want, the need to sleep.
It also covers the scars and infected cuts of my self harm.
So bright is this morning's sun. No forgiveness for the previous night's sins.
Tried to make all the pain go away. Now puffy redness is here to stay.
The mind set is like that of an addict. Never enough. So cut more. Can't stop.
Is there even a point? A method to this never ending madness.
As dry as these eyes appear. They are spilling with sadness.
Swollen hands when I get to close to the wrist.
Sleeves are too cover the puffy, red, infected skin. The burn is severe.
I will never seem to accomplish one certain goal.
How do I hurt me enough? Just a empty soul