Obsession

I cut and I bleed,
To relieve my pain,
Numerous scars and memories,
I only have my self to blame,

I know what I do,
I know its not right,
But my soul has gotten weak,
Ive lost the will to fight,

Its not your fault,
Please try to understand,
My knife is a rope,
When I'm sinking in quicksand,

I don't wish to end my life,
I just helps me break free,
And when no one else will listen,
Its always here for me,

I wish I could stop,
Believe me Ive tried,
But just seeing the blood,
Gives me a high,

I know your trying to make me feel better,
By asking me these questions,
But the only thing I need,
Is help with my obsession.