Done it again

Another argument
Yet again
Need a substitue
That still gives pain!

Cant think of a distraction
Now its too late
Ive got the urge to cut
It seems like fate!

Veins run deep
Within my arm
Grasping the knife
Within my palm

Slit my skin
Watch blood pour out
I'll regret it later
Without a doubt!

Clean the knife up
And put it away
To release my anger
Another day!