Dark Room

There are reasons to end it,
Reasons to not,
But it seems the one joy of life we seem to forgot,
To many choices of what you could do,
Cut, Stab, Shoot, Hang, even overdose on one or two,
Each scar on my body has its own story
At least I'm not an outrageous teen trying to get pregnant like that on Maury,
The pain of the razor when it hits my skin,
Only means I'll never be the same again,
I have cried out for help just a few times,
Sometimes I wish to lay on a field of mines,
Paying for every bruise, every bite,
For all, it all started on that one tragic night.