Feelings in a desolate place.

Don't worry

******Sorry This poem is really dark******

In the darkness of night 

I try to fight 

The urge 

To purge

In the dead of night

I have a great fright 

Who can I call

No one at all 

I hide the cuts the best I can

Because truly I don't have a plan

Sometimes I wonder where I am

I wish I had a plan

How did I get into the hell

Stuck without any help

I've held 

My breath for far too long

I know I'm wrong

But what can I do

Cutting to me isn't so new

If only you 

Could see

That I make myself bleed

But no one knows

Because I choose 

To do this

In the dead of nght

Don't worry I'll be alright