Cuts

Once again I cry out for forgiveness, but no one is there to save me. Lonely but not alone, nobody cares anymore nobody knows anymore. I get into a fight I have no where to run except my room, where my knifes lay. I cut myself because fighting with you only makes things worse, This is the only thing that I know how to do to end my problems with you. For each and every cut is one less problem that I'll have to deal with, but to my dismay my problems don't just go away. I've planned it all out there is no doubt that i back down. I'm sorry this is not your doing I'm just mad at everything that I've done to you. one last breath before the knife reaches my skin

okay this is my last goodbye
forever

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