Putting The Object To My Skin.

Putting the object to my skin,
Piercing it deep, though my blood runs fast and thin,
Down the sink drain, feeling relief and no more pain.
Hoping some happiness would come, but the blood shall forever stain.

Wondering what I do next, looking at my arm flooded with scars,
Its just a mess, each scar has a story to tell, but the tears that run down my fragile face,
Holds many painful thoughts, feeling like nobody cares, its so unfair.

Many people just stare at you, familiar faces just cut through you.
Being put down all the time just kills me, I need somebody their too see,
I cant keep up with this pain , its like a game without an end.

every time I want to give up, all the times I’ve never had luck or any hope left,
Just thinking of you helps me through, going through this pain, is killing me inside,
Piercing my skin deep and wide theirs no end to this pain, but tonight ill fight and stop doing it I just might.