Again

I want to hurt myself

I'll stare at the knife all-day

Imaging it cutting deep into my skin

I'll watch the blood pour from my arms

I'll stand up from the bathroom's floor 

Look into the mirror with teary eyes

Holding my arm 

Begging for the blood to stop

I'll walk down my hallway

My body swaying from side to side 

As I reach for my parent's door

I want to see their face 

Before my vision blurs

But I'll lay there 

On the bathroom floor

In a puddle of my own blood

Knowing I will never be someone's problem

Again