self Injury

The pain that you feel,
Pain that feels so real.
This is your only,
Single way to deal.

Warm crimson liquid,
Leaking from your skin
Ridding your body of your pain,
All your shame, and all your sin.

You know it’s wrong,
But when it feels so right,
You just give up
And stop your fight.

In silence you scream,
Your struggles unknown,
Your pain goes unseen,
You suffer alone.

You love it, you hate it
"I'm stopping" becomes
your favorite line of bullshit
because without it you will die.