Bleed Once Again

This moment was inevitable,

familiar cold metal touching my skin,

gliding across my arm,

dark maroon liquid drips again,

but this time once is not enough,

the despair inside my soul is heavy,

it has become hard to walk or even breathe,

dark liquid pools in the sink,

my eyes become lost in the bright crimson color,

forgetting the world around me,

it slowly slips away,

eventually some weight is lifted,

and the mirror calls for me agian,

my reflection looking back with that familiar look,

disappointed in my actions,

angry at this weak display for control,

those empty eyes still glaring at me,

my soul crying out for help,

only to find my reflection,

and a broken spirit searching for redemption.