A lie to truth

A lie to truth
a mixed up place
tear stained face
scars you cant erase

a head full of thoughts
doubts of yourself
wondering why
you do this to yourself

holding the knife
this time not a blade
knowing that this
wont easily fade

taking a piece of paper
and putting it under your wrist
cut just a little
but now you cant resist

seeing the red
blood gushing to the floor
slashing harder
than you ever have before

the blade slashes your wrist
like a rock on still water
pretending to be
something you wish you were

stopping and seeing
your skin gone pale
you relies what you have done
but your exit fails

you cant stop now
what have you done
you did it one to much
it sent you into a stun

not knowing
what to do
and that no one knows
what your going through

fading slowly
falling apart
hate is the only thing
in your heart

you think to yourself why
as you look at the cuts
and as you are drifting
your eyes slowly shut

***i know this is a pretty crap poem I'm just in a crap mood!!!*** please comment and rate it though please***