Push it down

As I cry in my room I take a blade, I stare at my wrist until my feelings fade, The feeling of being paralyzed replaces my name as I try to find the courage to push down the blade.The thoughs of my family Swarm my brain as I cry more and drop the blade.The tears roll as I sit and cry thinking if I should talk to someone of why I want to die. I think for awhile and fall asleep As I wake up the next day and it all repeats.