Quotes for the depressed

Cutting

I feel so numb, I rush to my room
The frantic thoughts in my head resume
I rush to my desk and look all around
Until a rusty razor is what I have found
I grab it with one hand and take a seat in my bed
As I lift up my sleeve and reveals what lays ahead
Pale white lines make creases in my skin
They're there to remind me that I'll never win
I want to feel something so I render my arm
To the vicious temptations of self-harm
First I imagine the pain I will feel
I press down the razor to make it more real
Imagine the red liquid that flows from my veins
And I wonder if I am truly going insane
I close me eyes tight and clench my fists
As I drag my old razor across my wrist
A raging pain I remember all to well
As I bite back my lip to keep back a yell
I open my eyes and look down in dismay
The blood keeps on running without delay
I know I'm in pain, but at least I feel
And besides in time, it's going to heal
I go to the bathroom and try my best
To patch up my wound and clean up my mess
I rinse off the blade and return it to it's place
So if I need it again, it's there just in case
I lay in my bed and take one more glance at my arm
Just another day I fall victim to self-harm