I'm crying as I write this

A razorblade kiss
Gently creates crimson ribbons
Down my torn little wrist
I'm so stereotypical, aren't I?
Well I don't really care
I'm in pain that I'll lock away
Because I don't want to share
This is my life, isn't it?
Then why don't I feel in control?
Why does this depression
Rip right through my soul?
I say I need to regain confidence

It's so much more than that

I need to find myself, where did I go?

Why do I feel so bad?

Blood, pain, anger, self-hatred

Cliche emotions, no?

I hate feeling like this

But there's no other feeling I know
I would want to live longer...