Cuts She made

Screaming inside
silently dieing
a fake I love you
all the lieing

She took the blade
and pulled up her sleeve
and with one last twist
She wrote you a poem in blood on her wrist

look what as become of this
one small kiss
silent cries
screaming inside
and all her lies

these cuts on her arms
remind her of her own self harm
they'll never heal
they'll always feel
a part of her own shattered heart
taken by you and torn apart

(( not finished ))

Memories of last year
everywhere I turn
I try and shake them off
but inside my mind they burn

I hated myself and everyone else
I cut my wrist's to get my anger out
I always cried
cuz I felt like I died inside

I put some people through pain
as I slashed my own veins
blood pouring out
but I just thought about myself

My blade "was" my best friend
or so I thought
but I was addicted
because I " was" vindictive.

Sometimes I have regret
and sometimes I want to do it again
what is wrong with me
this blade isnt my friend!

I try and keep these thought's to myself
I don't want to go through that again
but sometimes I want to feel the blade across my skin
but according to people this is a sin