The scars remind me of all the wars I've lost,
Of all the mistakes I've made,
I know it's bad,
I know it's wrong,
But the urge is just too strong,
The sight of blood dripping down my wrist excites me,
The coldness of the blade entices me,
The adrenaline that rushes through me make my heart skip beats,
But after the rush is gone,
The truth hits me hard and strong,
I am forced back into reality,
And soon it sinks in,
Sadness,
Regret,
Self hate,
Why?
Why do I ruin my body?
I'm not a canvas,
I shouldn't do this,
And I know that,
But I can't stop,
I'm losing this battle,
I'm fading away,
And can't see the light of day,
Then stress consumes me,
Dark thoughts take over,
And it repeats,
Again and again,
In a never ending cycle till the day I die.
