i know its not right

i push the blade into my skin.
feeling the pressure lifted within.

i know that it is not right.
But it is a constant fight.

I want to cut to lose the pain.
but then again, what do i gain?

I hide the scars with my sleeve.
But still i need to bleed.

it wasn't supposed to last.
this was supposed to be in my past.

No one really knows.
But sometimes it shows.

I have this feeling my soul.
that i can take no more.

the blade helps me forget.
all these feeling of regret.

i am losing my grip.
Only holding on by my finger tips.