The Blood

You know all to well what it's like:
The blood-
And the pain.
The dissapointment is everybody's eyes.
The hurt caused to your family and friends
And the pain of being different.
You know that nobody is like you
So nobody understands.
Only you know that you spend
everyday
Alone.
Thinking and crying.
Spending hour after hour in regret.
You want to stop-
But you can't.
It's too hard to stop now.
It's the only thing you know.
But yet,
You can't stand it.
You don't like blood or pain.
You can't even stand the sight of a razor.
But it's the only thing you can do
When nobody is there for you.