Cuts..

I hate this life,why can't you see?
i know this life,it wasn't meant to be.
i have this anger,i want it out,
i cut myself,and then i pout...

the cuts are there to show my pain,
the more i cut,the more sadness i gain.
i can't stop,its become a habit,
i see the knife,why do i grab it?

i should stop..its not worth the pain,
but while i cut,i feel more sane.
it feels so right..to have these cuts,
i know your thinking im f**king nuts!

so many marks,so much blood,
i just cant stop,it feels so good.
im all done..my oh my...
i went too deep,now ill say bye....

*I used to cut myself,i dont do it anymore,i realized how dangerous it was for me..and i got help,so no worries alright?*