Cut

I wonder how bad it will scar
i reach for the knife and towl
i run it across my arm
no more than twice shouldnt hurt
i tear up up in pain and slide it
across my arm more than once
i cry softly so no one will hear me the pain dont ease up, and the blood is still coming.
Blood is getting everywhere i hold it in the towl with a little preasure
i tuck my arm in so they cannot see
my worl is dark , full of nothing
my frineds say they hate me for what i do so maybe there to blame for this.
look at what i have be come
a loser that is going to die alone
i dont live life when
i realize what i did i want to go and hide
i wonder if i will continue to do this.
the blood has stopped flowing
i go to my room and fall on my bed i start to cry again i hope they dont hear me all i have now is to wait for tomorrow to see what is in stor for me