Trapped

Why am I trapped?
I want it to end, but again it keeps happening
My arms scraped to death.
I WANT TO STOP!
I'm making myself miserable from this fighting.
Just go away, stop getting in my head
it's making me sick.
The constant pain, and sorrow.

I just want to be fourteen again.
Not have to worry about anything, besides. School, family, and the things I love to do.
Please I'm begging myself, I'm on my knees for happiness again.
All the light in my eyes has gone, leaving only plainness.
I clench my fists, and eyes hoping I won't have to worry about the slashing, painful, era I'm in anymore.
I used to be upbeat, and full of energy. Though it has sadly turned to, grey depression that won't go away.

This choice I make will take a lot.
And I'm willing to do everything I can to destroy it.

All I want is to be me again.