Slicing Inside and Out

Like railroad tracks
that carry me nowhere.
Jail bars
barricading me inside.
These scars
I tear at myself,
hurting
to make the pain go away.

Make it stop
make the suffering end
as I slice these lines
across my skin
my blood
red as ruby.
What have I done?
I hug myself
and try to stop the tears.

Tears
blood
the endless cycle
of hurt
of pain
of suffering
can I make it stop?
Can I . . . end it?