Disclaimer: Gravitation does not belong to me. I can only dream.

This is my first poem so be nice because you all love me! And don't try to deny it. By the way I love reviews. hint hint.

My Predilection

Dripping to the ground,
Waiting to be found.
This cannot be,
Someone please help me.

I need to stop the addiction,
But this is my predilection,
Hiding them under my sleeves
So nobody leaves.

The white turning to red,
I live with this when I go to bed,
It haunts me when I sleep,
But this is sometihng to myself I keep.

In the mirror is an ugly sight,
Cuts all over my body,
This cannot be me,
Yet I tell myself this is right.

As I drain out my sorrow,
I realize there will be no tomorrow.
I plunge it in too deep
As I fall into one big heap.

When I first cut myself, fate was set.
Not once realizing my mistake,
I live with many regrets.
I wish this was all fake.