Its Hard To Stop Cutting

I told you I wouldn't do it ever again.
And I tried so hard not to
But I was a mess on the inside.
I had all these emotions building up inside me
And I had no way of letting them out.
So I picked up the razor
And pressed it into my skin.
As the blood runs across my arm
Tears slowly roll down my cheeks.
I need to feel more.
So I make a second cut, then a third.
The razor hits the bathroom floor.
I need to do it once more.
I pick up the razor and cut deep.
Deeper than I've done before.
I drop the blade and hold my arm tight.
It won't stop bleeding.
I look down at what I did.
I see the other scars on my wrist.
I start to feel numb and I don't feel the pain.
Its my addicition.
My drug in some ways.
I know I need help but it seems like noone cares.
I don't know where to turn.

(please comment this and tell me what you think about it.i will do the same for you.thanks)