I Cut Myself to Stop the Pain

Why Am I Ashamed?... See my scars,
Hear my pain,
I want my story to go away.

See my tears,
Hear my fears,
I watch as the blade cuts away.

Poison Tears run down my face,
Why am I so ashamed?

People love me for who I am,
But why don't they accept for who I am?

If they just put that blade on their wrist
and slide it across
and feel the blood
come out in such a twist.

While the pain scorches away,
and the images seem to fade.

One after the other,
Here comes another.

I do it when I am happy, sad and sometimes mad.

But this is me,
and this is my win.