The blood dripped from my hand
And spilled onto the floor.
So I ran up to my bedroom,
Where I quickly locked the door.
I didn't want to think about
The stains I left behind.
I tried my hardest to forget and
Shut the image from my mind.
I tried to draw a picture,
I tried to sing a song.
One minute moved into the next,
It seemed so very long.
The feeling crashed down fast on me,
It overtook my brain.
Confusion silenced only by
The raw unyeilding pain.
Smothered by a thought
That I did not know how to fight,
I cut my wrist while screaming,
"I don't want to die tonight!"
I didn't want to do it,
But I had to- don't you see?
If I didn't go and hurt myself
Then they would come hurt me.
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