Lost Control Poem by Heather Rhoden

I'm not sure how,
But I can see it now.
The blade against my skin,
The blood dripping again.
I'm loving the the sting of pain.
I relish the glowing red stain.

I'm not sure when,
But I will let the blade pierce again.
The knife in my hand.
It seems to understand.
I can't take it anymore.
I bleed onto the floor.

I'm not sure why,
But I feel the want to die.
The shame causing my tears.
The nightmares increasing my fears.
I'm killing my soul.
I let Death take control