don’t look in that mirror if your scared of your own reflection.

As I watch my blood drip off my arm,
I start to feel pain and suddenly I’m calm.
The fact that I feel something brings joy to my face.
Though I know I don’t belong here in this dreadful place.
Swallow these pills and cut some more.
The questions circulate “why are you here for?”
All I get is judgment and pain.
For nothing but to cut closer to my vein.
Get a grip and don’t be a sook.
Scar your arm so people have a reason to look.