Cutting Poem by lily rogers

I want to cut my skin again. I want to see the oozing red. I want these feelings to be fed. Pain, and scratches, veins are bled. Dull the hurt, and shut my eyes. Feel the pain I contrive. Remind me I'm indeed alive. Feeling of peace must soon reside. Need to let it out, let it go, and see the blood, and watch it flow. Mix it with my tears, and see the show my drama. The peace it helps me to know, but why bother, nothing changes. I could do it all, and still be hating. This life I
feel, it's still waiting, but all peace is gone, and I can't find it. A safe place in my mind to hide. I'm still here, I wonder why? All my life, I've wanted to die.