Self Harm.

this is not true I don't self harm

I self harm because Its a pain I can control.
The blood from my flesh makes me feel invincible
But At the same time it makes me feel really weak
And the world seems to go from normal to just bleak.
There is an emptiness inside me that won't leave
I slice and cut and scar but There's nothing I achieve
The ragged scars on my skin is covered by clothes
I cant get rid of theFact that Im what everyone loathes.
I never meant to go so far. It was only a few wounds.
But I did to often and then it was a game that I loose.
On my grave it told the world I was gone but not forgotten.
Yet I know that I was already forgotten. Even when I wasn't even gone.