Dear mommy

I tell you I'm getting better
But I'm not, thats why i wrote this letter
I have demons in my head
Negating everything you ever said
I cut my wrists to see them bleed
I'm scared as hell to say I'm in need
I don't have a will to live
I am nothing i have nothing left to give
I write this crying
Trust me I'm trying
I don't have a love for life
But i do have a strong love for this knife
I cut where you cant see
I don't wanna ruin the image of who you want me to be
I should be named the great pretender
But faking is getting old I'm ready to surrender
I'm sorry mommy somethings not right
Please don't think i do this out of spite
Read my poems to the world
Maybe then they'll see this lost little girl