I hurt myself

I did it again and Lord knows how much I tried to tell myself it's going to be ok but it wasn't ok I have hurt myself who am I who do they see who is this person in the mirror looking back at me that old familiar Sting is back again and it's hurts more than ever since I taken the needle to try and piece together this broken life of my each time when I think it's gone its really not only sleeping ready to be awoken when happiness is found the knife cut deeper than before the pain is greatest than before each time that feeling crawls it's way to the surface it's not long after until I have hurt myself.