The monster I've become.

The monster I've become.

A great wave of sorrow crashes over me,
Like a tidal wave in the mysterious dark sea.
Tears start to flow from my olive green eyes,
Then I'm surrounded by my harsh lonely cries.

The urge to cut begins to increase,
Cos' that's the only way I can release.
What I'm feeling deep down inside,
The feelings I persistently try to hide

I try not to listen to the voices in my head,
Telling me that I'd be better off dead.
But then I just can't take it anymore,
I sprint to the bathroom and slam the door.

I frantically seize the blood stained knife,
As I wonder if this is the day I would end my life.
With trembling hands, I raise it up to my arm,
Telling myself to just stay calm..

I draw the blade across with speed,
Waiting for my skin to scar and bleed.
Dark crimson beads start to form in a row,
Then drip to the bathroom matt below.

After repeating that step over and over again,
I stop, cringing in agony and pain.
Blood oozes down my arm like a waterfall,
Looks like its been left for animals to maul.

I lay the knife back in its hiding place,
A sadistic grin spreads across my hideous face.
Proud of the work that I have done,
But not of the monster that I've become.