Starting again

My sad tear filled eyes
are the start of my pain
i haven't cut in a month
and its driving me insane

so i sit and wait
for the mental image of blood
to leave my body
so my mind wont hate

i couldn't resist
even know it's wrong
i went against my promise
and lied once again

i picked up that razor
and it hurt more than ever
pressing it down
making me bleed

now thats it's over
i regret what I've done
I've always known it was a habit
but now i know it's more than one

i cover my wounds
first with band aids
then with strings
i out on a sweat shirt
one with long sleeves
hoping that everyone still believes

this is a poem that i wrote in december
so dont have a heartattack again ash and anna!