This...

Beauty is only the skin you wear,
and the eyes that let you see it all,
but its whats on the inside,
and what we think that makes us fall,

My negativity is a result of my pain,
and my pain is a result of my life,
I never get the luck,
and I feel like such a strain,

A strain on me and you,
and everyone else you can name,
the good looking person gets off easy,
as I just beg for mercy,

For mercy from life, family, and God,
and also from her whom I have always cared for,
whom I would give anything for that second,
that second chance to make things right,

But I have been marked,
by the pain and hate,
that I have bottled on up,
by the love of life and the death from a knife,

Which it always reminds me,
that the knife knows me,
knows how I care,
and plead for joy,

But she dont know,
and understand why,
so as I grab this knife,
and cut my wrist,

I will always remember,
that You caused This.

-Aaron Stephens