The dire need of feeling pain, my mind no longer being sane,
Deep down inside, I feel as if I’ve died,
With each breath, I wish a quick death,
As I lay on the ground, without a sound,
With a reach of my hand, I gave into my internal demands,
Raising it to shine in the light, it gleamed as evil as the night,
With a cry, tears fell from my eyes,
The need for pain was driving me insane.
Gripping the sharp metal tight, I pushed down with all my might,
The stinging sensation, fueled my temptations,
Line after line, far from fine,
Push came to shove, this wasn’t enough,
With one last streak, I refused to breath,
This was the end of my charade, I had lost my own game,
I let out one last cry as I had brought my own demise.