Poems/song lyrics idk

In 7 days

I come home I feel depressed
My mum says hi
Words drowned out by stress
She asks to see my arms for the umpteenth time
Little does she know
I now do them on my thighs
And on my chest
and upper arm right near the shoulder
But nothing can compare
Life has become much colder
The forearm is the best
Plenty of room
Lots of blood
Making long gashes at least 1/4cm deep
And my mum takes a peep and she says well done
But I want to cut
And I can't
Can't cut
Can't cut on my forearms
Cant cut
Blade after blade is taken away
And I always find a new one
In 7 days I can cut
In 7 days I can cut on my arms again
On my wrists to be precise
In 7 days I'll cut several times
But it'll be the last time I ever cut
I want these scars to stop growing
Every time I go home they grow
I can stop them... if I go
They get more powerful
I use a dirty blade
I don't clean my cuts
Hope for an infection
But it's not enough
I hate my immune system
But in 7 days I can cut
Nobody to interrupt
Notes are ready
Everything set up
So I count down the days
To 3rd January
2020
I'll live to see the next year
Make everyone think that I'm alright
Lock the door to the bathroom on the second floor
Run the tap and step in fully clothed
Blade in one hand will to live nowhere to be found
Nowhere to be found like my story
After I die
People will pity my parents
When they never even looked me in the eye
50 years later
A child might walk past
See my name on a gravestone
And the date underneath?
3rd January 2020

This is meant to be a song btw