Cutting

The red blood dripping from my wrists
I cover them up everyday
Making nobody see my pain
I try to smile and be happy everyday
But when i come home at night i break out and cry
I think about everything that has happen
I have no friends
My brother hates me
My dad never cared
I feel like my family has turned on me
So I'm back here tonight
Thinking about how i wished i was dead
So i take the knife, put it to my wrist
And watch the blood poor out