I still fight it everyday,
The urge for the blade,
I see one and think how easy it would be to take it,
Take it and swipe it across my flesh,
The urge it never fades,
I've been trying to quit since day one,
But my heart has grown weak and heavy,
It fills with pain with each inhale,
And is trapped with each exhale,
The urge can hide itself,
It fools not just me but everyone around me,
Then It comes back,
Full-On,
Stronger than ever,
Then I'm desperate,
Desperate for that blade,
For anything,
Anything willing to pierce my skin,
I need it,
Need it to comfort me,
To make the pain let out just a little,
To Help me,
Help me feel anything,
Maybe I'll be seen,
But then the world turns on me again,
Again I'll be alone,
Stuck In the Darkness,
With only my Evil Urges.