LeFt To BlEeD

I would cut my wrist just to watch it bleed, it provided the relief that I would need, I felt so alive and I just felt so free, it felt like no one could ever destroy me, at first I thought it was no big deal, all the cuts on my arm would always heal, but than it became a problem that I couldn't control, its like I became addicted and this was my role, I would come home and hide and cover my wrist, making sure no one saw what I couldn't resist, I knew I had a problem that had gone way to far, yet I never got help I just made another scar, I felt like no one would understand what I was going through, you were my best friend and yet I still couldn't turn to you, I was so scared,
Who should I tell?
Who should I trust?
Would anyone care?
Would anyone even make a fuss?
Or would I be on my own, all alone again, left to bleed, and precede with my cutting, just like it was nothing.......

(I kno this is sad, but I would really like ppl to comment)