Pain

As I induce this pain upon my arm..
My life comes to a screeching halt.
Day by day I wonder what I could have done to change what happened.
But then I realize there is nothing.
Nothing that will save me from the pain inside.
Nothing that will help me get through this.
But the thought of one thing.
The thought of the knife across my wrist.
The thought lingers in my head…
I need I want… which is the truth…
Do I need this pain placed upon my wrist ..
Or do I want to feel the pain.. Feel the pain that I’m being put through.

*not finished quite yet.. but i dno what to add just yet*