Cuts

I use to come here
lay on my bed
and cry for hours
hugging my pillow tight
tears streaming down my face
wondering why we live
if were meant to die
why am i living?
im just suffering
all the hugging
the crying
the painful cuts i leave
from where i get mad
and i cut more and more
one day i\'ll see the blood
coming down, mixed with my tears
while im holding the razor blade tight in my hand
waiting to do the next cut
my mind drifts off to my familly..
friend..and the one person i truly love
so i drop the razor blade
walk out the bathroom
and put a smile on my face
pretending like everythings ok
but then i get mad again
so soon enough
im back in the bathroom
holding the razor blade tightly in my hnad
it meets my wrist
and i make the last cut
my whole life flashes before me
i will never live to see myself get through this
i will never see myself happy
all because i choose to die
i saw the blood and felt my tears one last time
there i lay
on the bathroom floor
life thrown away
and pain forgotten
there i lay
dead