The thoughts were rushing.
Pouring out like music in a song,
  Except,
   I dont know the lyrics.

Looking in the mirror,
Why do I look away so quickly?
  I hate who I am.
   That's why.

The depressing thoughts rush back,
They taunted me.. Do it, do it, do it..
  I was scared to talk back to them,
  My voice started to shake..

"I'm so tired of this,
I don't want to hate myself..
  I'm tired of pleasing other people.
I'm sick of not knowing who I am."

I threw the razor across the room.
It hit the wall and fell..
I stared.. blankly,
at the scars on my wrist..

The scars that were there..
The scars that wouldn't fade..
The scars that were now encouraging me,
I smiled..

As I whisperd,
ever so softly to myself,
*"You will never win again,
I'm through dealing with you..

Dealing with this.
The stress.
The pain.
The tears.

I'm done.
I quit.
You will never win,
ever again.