I sit inside this cold dark room

Filled with harmful weapons

I hold my head against my knees

While I rock back and forth and cry.

This blade shall cut my wrist

This knife can cut my throat

This dagger can pierce my heart

As all these harmful thoughts arrive.

I used to do this all the time

Cause myself so much pain my life almost ended

I spend more times crying these days

Whilst hidden in the darkness.

I used to laugh when I hurt myself

And loved watching the blood flow

I know I can control it now

                                                 But I know one day a harmful thought will end my life.