Gliding across my skin,
Leaving its mark,
Leaving the gashes,
Fueled by anger,
Sadness,
Anxiety,
It got worse,
To the point where,
It just happens,
Because it is an addiction,
It will kill me,
It will end me,
Maybe not tomorrow,
Nor today,
But some day,
But I don't want to leave this world,
Not like that,
I will try my best to get a grip,
Or at least makes sure non gets infected,
I have people to live for,
I have best friends to help,
I won't leave them,
To fight this world alone,
Though if I do leave,
I want to be remembered as they know me,
But enough of that,
I have a life to live,
I will live it
