A cutters story (jess)

Cutting and bleeding
heavy as breathing
lying and crying
so slowly your dying

each scar a reminder that you almost dead
and as the voices remind you in your head
why am i still alive
with bleeding so much how do i thrive

the crimson colour spilt out on the floor
this is a big amount off blood, not like ever before
the cuts of the legs the just of the floor
this pain i fell like I'm almost there
i go unconscious in my brain
i hear my parent knocking the the door what a stain
i cant get up and reach the door
i have to stay here on the floor

they break the door down but its to late
i suffered the way i needed the fate
my mum is crying on dads shoulder
dad holding up ad strong as a bolder
my selfish act my have got me dead but now my parents are the ones in my head

maybe i did the wrong thing
making them suffering
i should of had to see my die
I'm dead now why oh why next day i read in the paper
mother hangs self after daughter dies
oh my god could be just do my mum is really dead
and dad looks ready to die, lying in bed

oh god oh oh what have i don't one selfish act has cause to much pain
if i have the chance to do it again
i wouldn't have cut so deep infact id stop
and live my life working at dads shop
i never want to see them again
it would hurt to much to be vain