Trigger warning: blood, self harm

Don't take me back to September,
A memory I'll always remember.
All it was is fear and pain,
Just a broken moment without a gain.

I ask them still,
Why just me?
You accept the others,
Why can't you see?

The scarlet liquid my arms are covered in,
Some would call it a deadly sin,
To want this state, and damage my body,
But I'm not thinking! Can nobody...
Nobody...
Nobody...
Can't anyone see!

I can't see anymore,
Tears blurring my sight.
The light colours the room has been dyed,
Quite the opposite to the emptiness inside.

But I'm full too!
Full of emotion, hurt and incense.
No one chose to hear me,
I could sense
Their anger in me,
And who I am.
I didn't choose it!
No one can!

The walls inside,
The fear I hide,
Falling down...
Spilling out...
Spilling, the the blood from my veins.

I'm sorry...
So sorry...
Sorry...

Don't take me back to September.

This poem is the first successful one I made. I wrote it for a class, and made my teacher almost cry. I've got a lot of good feedback from it, so I decided to publish it. I wanted to a while ago, but I completely forgot.

So, what do you think?