My shining light

All alone consumed by darkness.
Surrounded by lonliness and despair.
Old and new hurts tug at my heart.
Nothing but the sound of my thoughts torture me.
My blade shines in the night.
My skin craves for the pain.
The cold sharpness press against my gentle but already tainted skin.
Red tear drops flows out so beautifully.
Why cant this be a good thing to do.
I feel in control.
When i do this i feel compfort in my soul.