the pitted feeling
in my stomach
like no one
would ever have shame
for the cutting,
burning, and weaping
and giving others the blame

because they
can't handle the guilt
for this is
an unbearable pain
which calms
my weakened soul
and it just
keeps happening again

the blood
and tears of sorrow
begin to fall
like everlasting rain
whole arm
weakened to the touch
and the ****** red
makes me go insane

looking at
the cuts and gashes
that tears apart
the open wounded heart
she regrets every scar
but wont stop
because this is
an unfinishing start