Poems of depression

The blade mocks me

As I sit there
With the pain running through my blood
My eyes start to water
I want to give up
I look to my side and see the light reflecting of the blade that sat next to my bed
I look and imagine the pain all disappearing.
It's like the blade is calling my name
Like I was meant to use it one last time.
As if it telling me to just do it.
I couldn't take the temptation
I grabbed it and started
I ran to the bathroom in tears
Knowing it was wrong
I threw the blade across the room
I fell to the ground
Holding my arm
I regret what I just did
I'm now in more pain then I was when I started
All I did was made everything worst!