Life, Cutting, Past, Future

Ten years alone,
Bleeding at home,
Times now gone,
I'm no longer strong,
people walk around
not knowing of my condition,
I go around like the ghost
of Christmas past,
Wearing a big
long black mask,
No-one knowing of my task,
I walk in the door knowing
there’s not much more,
As I lay on my bed
I don’t know what’s going through my head,
I walk over to my
secret box to see the glass,
I have once used long ago,
I pull it out with no
doubt I will still feel no pain,
I slide it across my skin
with no regrets within,
Just like before I can't feel it anymore,
Now my eyes are closed
Black is all I see,
I have drifted away to a world
Where I can be FREE

Hey anyone who read this thank you and I hope you liked it. I have written alot of it before on here but under a different name. I had to change because my family and friends saw it :-( anyway hope you liked it.......