Suicidal Secrets

I have a secret,
A dirty little secret,
One made in shadow.

I am quite insane,
Licking on the plated glass,
Straining against straps.

Memories blood drenched,
Cannot wash it from my hands,
Please just stay away.

Look in the mirror,
As I take up the scissors,
And rip the pale skin.

Pain, feeling alive,
Giving something to strive,
But why won't I die?

Into suicide,
Just looking for a way out,
Will not you help me?

I am quite insane,
But I have a little secret,
And I have to say

Do you?