A cut for....

A cut for the laughs a I passed you by
A cut for the times you made me cry
A cut for all the pain you caused me
A cut for who I used to be

A chop and a slice for all of my pain inside
A cut for my lingering thoughts of suicide
A gash for the way you ignored my love for you
A cut for way he looked at you

A tear for every day I still live
A cut for the things I can no longer give
A slit along the wrists for the pent up emotion
A cut for all my failures in love and devotion

A burn for all the laughs as you saw my face
A cut for every time I wanted to run from this place
A slash for the cuts I saw on your arms
A cut for every time I see you self harm

A slice for seeing my mother so sick in bed
A cut for all the pain going through my head
A deep gash for having to watch my gran dyinge
A deeper one as a different way of crying

A smile so fake plastered on me for everyone to stare
A cut for all the times you pretended you cared
A slash and a cut for every time I bleed
A cut because my cuts I begin to need

A cut because the darkness is the one to who I confide
A slit, so deep, turns into a suicide...