Self harm

The river flowing down my arm,
another beautiful product of my self harm,
flowing crimson,
wounding deep,
maybe now I'll get some sleep.

the aching pain is more intense,
but somehow this pain makes more sense,
confusing for an outside mind,
as slowly, I watch my feelings bind

as my friend draws across my arm,
there comes another result of my self harm,
agony strikes within my soul ,
there's no way out of this black hole.