Shame is the word in my head.
Blame myself for what it said.
Hurt myself without hesitation.
Getting myself to the wrong destination.
Marks on my arm tell the truth.
Nothing you say seems to sooth
The pain in my heart
Don't know why I ever did start.
Ridiculous actions I've taken
Make my insides awaken.
Slash, slit, slide, slip
Drip, drop, drip, drip.
Red spills from my skin,
Warmth consumes me within,
A slight tingle through my corpse,
My sense of vision melts and warps.
Release of the tension I feel inside,
Slowly my distress begins to subside.
It's over now, I've done what I could.
I just wish they all understood
My inner struggle and self hate.
They don't see that this is my fate.
I was born to feel pain,
I was born to stain
My body with marks
When the feeling sparks.
Although this is not what I want to be,
This is me.