Self-harm poems

I whish I didn't but I do,

The way it tears my heart in two.

My blood cascades down the drain,

Trickle trickle drip drip.

My head and heart are black and blue,

Thump thump, that's what I do.

This is me, it's my fate.

Look at me...look at my state.

If you tell I swear I will die,

For you don't know how much it hurts to cry.

In my room at night, music blasting in my mind.

I don't know what I'm doing anymore as I seem to have gone blind...

I end up giving into my addiction,

The only friend I know.

With one last scrape, I seem to fall free,

For the devil inside takes over me.