I hurt you

I hurt my baby
once again
I cut away the pain
in hopes for the end.
Scars now on my stomach
are the reminder
of how stupid I was today.
Bright red cuts across my skin
it hurts so much
but I did win
I won the fight
but will I live to see tonight.
The pain was just to much
so I sat here and cut
till it fell from my hands.
Now I talk to you
we cried a million tears
and wiped them all away
but I still have the reminder
each and every day.

**This is a true poem it happened today**