At school i cut

I thought my life was getting better
I thought I was past all this
I thought I would continue to be happy
I thought cutting I would no longer miss

I cut today
I will probably cut tomorrow
When I cut I feel much better
When I cut others feel such sorrow

I was sick of all the drama
I could no longer handle all the stress
It was during school
Once again my live is becoming a mess

As I walked down the halls
Through my eyes the tears started to flow
I was supposed to be in class
My sadness soon after started to show

After I cut I felt guilty
As I looked at the cut I once again viewed myself as a discrace
I have to cut its what takes away the emotional pain
Why is happiness something I must always chace

I watched the blood spill into the sink
As I thought about my life on came the tears
My life is going back to the way it used to be
Filled with sorrow sadness tears and fears