Drowning in fears

I can still remember the excruciating pain

 as blood trickled down my forearm.

 

I felt my face begin to drain

and my heart was beating so rapid in alarm.

 

Cut after cut I sat there in tears

letting myself fall into my worst fears.

 

I looked around and all I saw was mirrors

the images of myself that were so near.

 

My heart broken and torn

I hated the day I was born.

 

Screaming so loud but no one heard

all of this was so absurd.

 

I want to love myself, is that too much to ask?