Bleeding alone

Alone in the stall,
for my eyes to see,
i pull out the razor,
i just want to bleed,

resting- idle,
i pause-
then slice,
the blade slides,
with pain-i'm enticed,

theres no blood at first,
then a glimpse of some red,
my blood starts to bubble,
and then starts to flow,

first couple times,
to let out the pain,
but now everyday,
i cut just because...

to school now I've brought it,
razor in bag,
I'm addicted to blood,
I'm addicted to pain.

so help me break this habit,
find new ways do cope,
i don't want these scars for life,
not inside or out.