Two AM, curl in a ball
Knees to chest, thoughts invade
Memories, hate, pressure
Tears from the recent trauma
Inner pain, invisible to daylight
Day light, I tolerate myself
Night, the hate comes back
Grab the temporary, pain reliever
one cut
I'm stupid
two cut
I'm hideous
three cut
My grades are slipping
four cut
perfect for dad
five cut
dad
six cut
I'm a terrible friend
seven cut
I have no excuses
eight cut
I'm ugly
nine cut
Focus on the blade,
Not my trouble
ten cut
Repeat steps 1-10
Until I forget what was killing me
But remember,
There will always be a reminder
The scars on my wrists are gone
The scars on my thighs are new
The scars haven't  formed
On my stomach yet