Pain

I may not die

I’ll always cry.

The pain I feel;

Why can’t I heal?

I fight the urge;

I need to purge.

The cuts are deep;

My life is cheap.

I find the corner;

They’ll be no mourner.

Scrap across my skin;

Finding peace within.

The blood I now see;

It’s time to drink tea.

Carry on as normal;

No need to be formal.

The day is done;

Who shot the gun?