My Self Harm

I release all of the pain,
that is bundled up inside of me,
all of it is because of you.

This pain that is built up inside of me,
makes me want to hurt you,
but instead I hurt myself.

My self harms
are my escape.
They help me get through
all of my suffering.

I slide the razor slowly
across my left arm several times.
I love it when the cuts that I have inflicted upon myself
bleed.

I watch the crimson tears
flow down my arm
and unto the floor.

I go to sleep,
hoping to never see the sun rise
gracefully into the sky.

I wake up
I am so confused.
Where am I?

I get up and look around.
All I see are my family,
and all of my friends.
All of them are crying.

I look around some more,
and I see one person who sticks out from everyone else.
I see the one I love.

I start to cry as I scream,
but no one hears me.

I see a coffin,
slowly I start walking to wards the wooden coffin.
In the coffin lied a young girl.
She looked like she was happy.

I looked at her left arm
and saw a name of the one she loved
carved deep into her skin.

I realized that the girl laying peacefully in the coffin was me.

I died for the one that I loved,
the one who caused all of my pain,
and all of my suffering.

I thought that he didn't care about me,
until I saw him crying for me.