Actually do

It's staring at me.
in pointed edge is coming near me.
it's on the counter.
while I'm putting my eyeliner on.
the mirror reflects the point.

as i stand there all of a sudden.
blood is running down my arm.
on to my shirt.
the pointed edge went into my skin.
the pain is getting deeper.

my voice shatters off the walls.
the voice for help but how?
how did i managed that one.
how did i shove it into me.
without not knowing it.

the cuts are shared to the scars.
the pointed end, ends up killing me.
i ended in a suicidal way.
my mind of another.

the tears shed off my skin.
while the skin bleeds off my blood.
the pain is gone for now.
until the next time i try.
until the next time i come back.
until i actually wanna become me.

so as I'm laying here.
dead on to my body.
the voices come out of me.
knowing that.
i finally attempted something.
something that no one wanted.
wanted me to actually do.