Help

As I stand here
With my wrist above the sink
With the cold blade pressed
Hard on against my skin
One word echoes in my head
Why? Why? Why?!
But as I slash down
I forget every thing
And just think about
The feeling, the pain, and the control

I look down see my blood
pouring down and
Painting the sink red
Then I feel the tears
Over pouring my eyes
And know they are
Splattering the blood
Creating a one and only design

When I watch the blood and the tears
I don't think why
I know why
When I create the deep cut
I am finally in control
Control of my life
Control of my body
And control of my pain

I reach down and dip
My finger in the warm red blood
Then write on the mirror
One four letter word
The word is what I need
The word I need is a true word
The word is "Help"