All alone

Sitting all alone as the blood drips down my arm
Putting down the blade for it has caused me so much harm

I don't know what to do, so I sit there and I cry
Looking in the mirror wishing that I'd die

Seconds slowly pass as I begin to feel the pain
Overflowing blood runs through my freshly wounded vain

I quickly run the water over the newly staining blood
Before I grab the blade once more and slowly start to cut

I watch the sharpness of the blade rip into my skin
I slowly engrave the pain that I had always kept within

I soon taste the salt within my silent tears
And the dripping of my blood is all that I can hear

Again I turn the water on to clean up my new wound
Looking down upon my arm, there'd be another soon

I repeat my new routine until my arm goes numb
I put the blade at rest and realize I am done

Looking down upon my arm, I take my final glance
Walk over to the sink and wash my blood stained hands

I wonder to myself, why is it I cause so much harm?
Sitting all alone as the blood drips down my arm