The Unspeakable Poem by Danielle Roller

What is wrong with me?
Why do I think such horrid thoughts?
The red line doesn’t fix things
The pain never leaves
It only gets worse
As wrong as it is I don’t stop
The deeper the better
When I stare back down
I see that there is no depth
And sorrow comes upon me
I grow angry at myself
When it’s shallow the pain goes on
Why can’t I do this one thing right?
Why do I always mess up?
I wear my sorrow on my sleeve
Will they ever notice the lines?
They ignore it and let it happen
I can’t stop on my own
Why won’t anyone help me?
Soon no one can help
For I will be very cozy
In my cherry oak box
What is wrong with me?
Why do I commit such horrid things?