It is nothing.

Blank.

Dead.

One hurts oneself.

Why?

There is no reason.

It is simply a spurt within,

That steeps one in agony,

And you want to scream.

You want to shout, shout, shout,

Cut, cut, cut,

And break free.

Help! Help!

It is within me.

Help me!

The spurts- come in a frequency of intensity,

Which causes the brain to swirl.

And mind in overdrive.

Other times, the brain is blank.

What was I thinking of when I commit this act?

Nothing- I was not thinking of anything.

I know not why I cut.

I know not why I hurt.

I only know- I want to be dead.