Wounded

For the next few days it will hurt
And I'll be reminded of the pain
I'll be angry at myself for doing it,
For making myself such a mess again.

But in a couple of weeks the red will fade
Leaves a light scar, just a memory.
And I know that in time I will do it again
Because this behaviour is a part of me.

Because I crave the pain, the blade
I crave the blood I love to bleed
I'd love to bleed and flood this room,
Then drown in myself that I might be freed.