How silly of me to think I could stop again
the blood flows out again and again and again
...and again
the broken glass has gone dull again
the pain is still but only for an instant
I cry...again

God please forgive my sins, again
as I unconsciously scream for attention
I pray to be content
and to stop my mind from twisted visions again
and again I will pretend
that this does not happen over and over
and over again

A/N: I don't usually write poems but I couldn't sleep and I like this one.