Last Cut*Reposted

Silence escapes my lips,
and I bring out the knife,
the tears start pouring out,
as I think about life.

For everyone wrong there is a right,
but for me that's not true,
there isn't no rights,
it's wrongs all the way through.

I always get hurt,
by loved ones, or by a foe,
I try to ignore it,
but it hurts deep below.

The scars on my arms,
each have there own say,
for they were put there for reason,
and won't go away.

I remember the tears,
I cried every night,
as each cut i would make,
but i knew i wasn't right.

All the weight on my shoulders,
and the pain bottled inside,
each cut would remind me,
that i needed to hide.

It's getting harder and harder to try,
to go on and amount to nothing at all,
to reach the end of no goal,
and just collapse and fall.

I know I'm not perfect,
I'm not even me,
I'm tired of having,
to pretend who to be.

But I know you do love me,
for what i am; me,
and I'm sorry for all the mistakes i made,
happier I'll try to be.

I remember your words,
and the knife i put away,
because I know that you care,
and you'll help me every day.