Helpless

I think I am a cutter,
Not physically, I mean;
My self-destructive tendencies
Leave scars that can't be seen.

When everything is okay
And things are going well,
It's a sure fire bet I'll ruin it
And all will turn to hell.

I fear that I an losing it;
The Black Dog's grip is strong;
I really can't go on like this,
I know it won't be long.

The jaws of gloom grow tighter
And even though I try,
The only way out that I see
Is actually to die……