Self Harm

The temptation to cut is back again,
I find myself wanting rid of the pain,
This pain I feel inside my head,
I find myself wishing I was dead.

The tears are streaming from my eyes,
All I can think to myself is 'why?'
Why is the pain torturing me,
I just want to set it free.

Suddenly, I just can't resist,
I grab the knife and slash my wrist,
The relief I get is such a rush,
I love to see the red blood gush.

Afterwards I feel a whole lot better,
However my eyes are getting wetter,
From the guilt I feel deep down inside,
Because of the scars I cannot hide.

I look at my leg, my wrist, my arm,
Why do I cause myself this harm?
When all I want to feel is real,
Why is it all such a big deal?

No one understands want I'm going through,
I don't know myself so neither can you,
My parents, my friends all ask me why
I cant answer, I just cry.

Cutting, burning, drinking too,
It's all self harm, it's what we do,
To try and release the pain we feel,
Don't laugh at us, our pain is real.

Self harm is serious, it's not a joke,
So please listen to these words I've spoke,
And don't make fun of what people do,
Because we're still no different from people like you.