I'M Sorry, My Friend Poem by Tess Connor

12 hours on studying my wrists carved with cuts
Shaking my head in utter disgust
Listening to a million thoughts rushing through my head
Removing the sheets of my blood stained bed
Hiding my razor in my cupboard’s top draw
Wiping away the dried blood once more
Wondering just when all this will cease
To leave me alone, in happiness, in peace
I question my ways; “why do I do this? ? ”
Remembering the lack of control I’ve got when I’m pissed
Maybe next time I won’t control, I’ll go too far
And I won’t end up with just another scar
I’ll push too hard and cut too deep
Feel my blood gush as I sit and weep
So I will say goodbye to my one true friend
As I bid my unfinished life to a much desired end.