Scream

You scream
You rant
You rave
Yet you don't tell me what I have done wrong
It seems to me
That all you think I can do is wrong
I'm not pretty enough
I'm not skinny enough
I'm not smart enough
I'm not open enough
While you sit there
With your wine in your hand
With a smug look on your face
Thinking I tore her down again
I sit on the floor in my room
Wondering if I should
I decide
I go against everything
The blade is my friend again
My cold steel confidante
Always by my side
Taking away the pain
Bringing forth pleasure
In the form
Of crimson liquid
Hot and sticky it falls into my lap
The burning sensation in my arm
Excites me
Giving me the feeling of a high
As it subsides I slip back into myself
Into my dark cocoon
Of
Depression
Sadness
Hatred
Betrayal
Rejection
This blade I hold
Is all I have
When you come to tear me down again