One
Then two
Three
Then four
I know I have a problem
But higher I soar
Five then
Six
Seven
Then eight
I better stop now its getting really late
What started as scratches
So light and so thin
Nine
Ten
Now craving deeper
When will it end
Eleven
Twelve
Why even fight
Thirteen
Fourteen
It hurts so much
Fifteen
Sixteen
Now I've lost touch
Seventeen...
Eighteen...
Red dribbles down
Nineteen
Twenty
I HAVE to stop now....
Maybe one more?...
No, or I'll be on deaths door...
I can't bleed the pain away
I cant bleed my mind free...
I'm trying to stop now
But what's stopping me?....
Angered by scars
but wanting to cause more
Because if I cut just right my mind won't reel anymore...