Covered In Blood

As my eyes swell up
From the tears of the day
I take out my knife
To ease my pain away
The sharp clean blade
Shows my reflection
It's the only thing here
To help me feel some perfection
My hearts tender beating
Makes me feel sort of calm
As I grip the blade
Within my palm
I pull up my left sleeve
And I ball up my fist
And I put the tip of the blade
Against the skin of my wrist
I press and I cut
Until the pain melts away
And I smile at the fact
That this is the best part of my day
But then I think, of all the people around
And I slash even deeper
Until blood covers the ground
I cut, and I cut
And i hear myself scream
And that's when I realize
That I am not in a dream
People rush in my room
And they see what I've done
But with my blood covered wrist,
I've only begun
The numbness subsides
And I feel so brand new
But then I think of all the people
And what they have put me through
And then the tears start again
And my heart starts to beat
And I get a funny feeling
In the soles of my feet
I laugh, and I laugh
At the mess that I made
But I start to cut again
With the oh-so-sharp blade
They send me away
To help find a cure
But there isn't one
Because this blood is too pure

Please comment it would really meant a lot to me.... This is one of my favorite poems.