I Crave For More

No one cares, no one even dares
To think what would happen if I lived no more
They're all preoccupied with their troubles
They can't even tell that I'm seeing doubles.

A slash on the wrist
And I've lost control
Blood soaked hand
Now I can barely even stand.

Razor drops on the floor
But I'm still wishing for more
The pain is not yet gone
Everything still feels wrong.

I reach for a knife
My hand itching to carve my skin
Still my arm is not sore
I'm still craving for more.

Putting the knife aside
I reach for a pin
And make more scratches on my skin
Still feeling unrest in my mind.

The pin becomes boring
So I start using my nails
Scratching every inch of my skin
Till there's no more room left for the pin.

Finally everything feels fine again
All my pain is gone
My arms now are very sore
But I no longer crave for more.