cuts

i’ve began cutting again .. it seems when the blood runs all my depression washes away with it. the open wound is like my soul beginning to glow shinning bright to destroy all the darkness. But the darkness still lingers, in my mind. Forever trapped, like a maze turning into every dead end. Searching. Looking. Finding my light that brings me out of this horrific nightmare. I feel like my mind has put walls up all around my thinking. I can’t think too much anymore as my brain begins to hurt and spin. The walls only fall down at night when i wish to sleep. A contineous line of thinking, rushing of memories and lies that begin to form an image. The image is a black shadow looming over me as if its death himself come to take me away. Sometimes i wish it was death come to take me away. Then maybe i might find my peace and happiness in another life. Where truely .. i can be free