Sad Poems

Gone

As i sit here alone; my thoughts consume me. Thinking about how much of a failure i am. How i cant do anything. I think of all my faults. I cant get over them. My thoughts are my hamarsha. After being clean for so long i cut myself again. I go crazy i cut soo many times I accidentally strike a nerve. I realize what i did. I become thankful. I wont be suffering anymore. I wont be hurting. Then right before i go i think off all the people i am hurting. Was it really worth it?