Sad Heartbreaking Poems

Pain Of Blood

The ones who loved me told me to stop but how could I when they were ones who put me here?
My open window lets in the chilled air and rain droplets of darkness
I knew it was time to stop but how could I? 
One time led to another to another to another, until the cuts finally stained permanent
Each line resembled something I didn't want to remember, fights, a break-up, depression
My nails clawed at the idea of another cut, another memory, another way to fight the pain
But if I did, would they notice the dried blood cut tomorrow at school?
I wanted out of this would where every day I put on a show, a play of someone who I was not.
No one could help me now, I was drowning in my own pain and misery
Each fight was like another wave of depression that drowned me ever more in its inky depths, sucked me into one more cut
My life is an empty page full of words that mean nothing but "you have been played"
While I sit here typing this wretched poem I think to my self, what good I am I doing?
A gust of wing twists through my hair and toils with the idea of quitting, cold turkey
My eyes fill and tears of blood stain my cheeks