a long night spent with your most obvious weakness

i wrote this on september 18, 2003 for my english class. this was right before i began cutting.

"cut"
i need a release, an escape
Something to help me get out of this place
i slide a blade across my wrist because you make me feel like i’m going to choke
with just one cut, just one stroke
i’m leaving this world
i lay down on your bed, and into a ball i curled
there is blood everywhere, making a mess
that fact to you, i must confess
i love you, but now i’m gone
i’m sorry for what i’ve done
forgive?

i know it was supposed to follow a rhythmic pattern, but i don't remember what kind. i kind of like this, but i think if i wrote it now, it would've been different. i can't believe i gave this to my english teacher, that was so fucking stupid. but she never said anything about the subject or told a thing to my parents even though this poem was a total cry for help.