Infaction Dedicated to Melissa

Tears welling in your eyes,
as you start to cry.
they begin to roll down your face,
you can taste them in your mouth.

Then you grab the blade,
to start the bracade.
Relief from this pain.
You say it's what keeps you sane.

Blood drips from your veins.
Fresh wound puts a smile on your face.
You promised to stop, you said no more.
Though your wrists say different.

You know the consequences to your actions.
yet you don't seem to care,
which isn't very fair.
But the blade is your infaction