suicidal thoughts poems

Cut

I bite my lip and pull the blade,
Feeling stupid and afraid.
I think this is what I deserve,
My cries for help unheard.

I pull the blade again
And again and again,
I cannot refrain.
The monster inside
Can no longer hide
I continue to cut
Until I see nothing, but red blood.

In my home I am a stranger,
Remember they always mean danger.
My pain was ignored,
My feelings I can't afford,
The damage was done,
Hope is gone,
I am alone,
Can I still call this place home;

Every day I do the same,
But it somewhat helps with the pain.
I take my fingers and trace them all,
While I watch the blade fall.
Hissing, while I touch,
I felt every cut.