A Cutter's Letter

People who do this know why
Why we hold back when we want to cry
And late at night why we slice our skin
Why we feel like we are living a huge sin
You may not get it but that doesn't count
Everything we do we doubt
I'm gonna try to explain this to you as easy as I can
Why we take the knife and place it in our hand

" I don't think I can live this life anymore, I guess I waited to long for help to knock on my door, This pain is horrible and it hurts so bad, I'm so tired of being depressed and sad, My friends are starting to worry, I cry so much my eyes are blurry, I keep wearing long sleeves to cover up the mark, I no longer see the light it is all dark, Once I start its so hard to stop, For some reason that knife I cant drop, It feels so good to see the blood escape me, But I don't want any one to see, I miss how the hurt would stop after mommy's kiss, But the only thing that works is cutting my wrist, I'm tired...tired of life, I guess that is why I take the knife, It hurts when people say things about me, My life is bad as it is why cant they let me be, I try to act tough and show you I can take it, But really the only thing I can do is fake it, I hate the things that go through my mind, I wish time we could rewind, I know I make mistakes but you all blow them up, I cant take it anymore I had ENOUGH, My eyes are heavy for holding my the tears, My mind hurts from all my fears, I cant explain it I can only try, But as bad as I hate myself, I don't wanna die....?"

* Needs work...I know but i would appreciate it if you commented because this is a really meaningful poem if you're going through this...*