Life With Cutting

I began to cut I began to slice
I never looked back or even thought twice
I cant stand my life.
I think i should end it all with a knife.
Right here, right now.
Cut so deep, that all i can do is weep.
Mama came in and i couldn't speak.
I just looked at her in pain that was so deep.
She never understood why I did what i always did.
She just cried and held me tight.
I felt guilty because i always was selfish.
Mama tried to punish me.
Why couldn't she just leave me be.
It was my life it was my choice.
I still don't understand a lot about life.
But one thing i do understand is that the answer is not always a knife!