When I was 13
I grabbed a knife
no one really cared
that i didn't have a life
I began to cut
my wrists all up
no one noticed
no one cared
I had no friends,
To talk to me,
no one knew
what i was going through
At first
this would happen every month
every week
everyday
I would sit and pray
and then sit the glass on the tray
still covered in blood
I finally quit
when I relized that there were people who cared
and even though the scares are there
and everwhere
I finally stopped inflicting pain
i realized the main
purpsose of life
to put down the knife
and actually live your life
