I am...

Addicted to the pain
That comes from my wounds.
Addicted to the slash marks
Left from my blades.

Watching blood drip from my
Veins, as it calms my depression.
Wincing at the fingertips that
Graze my sore skin.

Shutting myself off from
Those around me.
Trying to block out the
Voices inside my head.

Losing my sanity
As each day passes.
Waiting for my tears
To finally stop.

Wanting to disappear,
And leave it all behind.

Tired of being so ashamed.
Always the one they try to blame.

Running in circles,
Trying to find a way out.
Desperately dying to be free..

At the end of my ropes,
About to give up all hope.