That Poem

(I wrote this when I was younger and decided to share.)

Vision blurring,
due to tears.
Knife in hand,
full of fear.
Blood drips down,
such a great sound.
Face flushed,
pale with realization.
Strange feeling,
it's pain.
Emotional.
Physical.
Pain.
The knife touched my skin again,
there is a gain.
Getting back to myself.
Knowing what I didn't say,
when I should.
I don't speak my mind.
That means I don't win.
Emotions racing,
standing there facing,
what I have and have not done.
A small scream,
visions stream.
Headphones in,
the depression begins.
The darkness draws in.