everything is going wrong

I thought I could block it out
Everything would be so much better, if I could
I thought I was fine
I use to cut
But I realize it was dangerous and it didn't make a difference
On how I would feel
I just pushed it further back
I thought I was cured
But I guess I was wrong
These past couple of days
All I wanted was to make myself feel the pain
Of the sharp object cutting through my skin
Of the little trail of blood
That runs through my skin
It started out as a quiet whisper
Then it turned out, as if someone was right there
Yelling at me, to pick it up
I gave in to the voice
Cutting through my skin, drawing blood
It just made me even madder
I was so weak, I couldn't fight it
To be continued....