Razors

It didn't hurt when I took the razor and took it in real deep.
I didn't think it was going to hurt them when they found out.
The scars still on my hand and people still asking me what they are and why I did it?
There will still be no answer why I did it.
Because I was mad? depressed? stressed out? no1 knows, I don't even know. I wish I did though.
Sometimes I feel like I need to take the razor to my arm again, or even my ankles but I stop and think, What if I hit the vain and I die? Then I put razor down.
But pick it back up and cut in real deep blood falls down my arm onto my pants.
I sit there just looking at it, the next day someone sees it and tells.
I have to go to the councilor's and they call my mom and tell her.
She cry'ed.
I never knew it hurt them.
I just wanted to take my pain out on me.

^^true story about me!