Death of my mind

Damaged
slowly feeling inraged
trying hard to play victim
but my hands hold the blade
Watching as the blood begins to pour
There the still pigment lies dormant on the floor
But yet I feel victim
like I'm the one who jumped in harms way
Breathless, looking for something to say
But who am I,other then the killer
Ready to stand b4 a jury and beg it differ
Damaged
Feeling caught up in my own mind
lost in this hell known as my minds own deadly suicide
Me!!!!
You!!!
This!!!
Why do I feel forced
heart beating fast but I can't feel remoarse