Should I?

Why am I living when all I want to do is die.
Does god really love me, can he tell me why?

If life was something to look forward to
I wouldn't be sitting here not knowing what to do.

I slice my wrist more and more.
One, two, three, four.

Just how many times does it take?
Until you realize that you're making a big mistake.

Of is this the way it has to be?
I cut myself and hat being me.

If love hurts us so bad.
Why do we love, it's so sad.

So I sit here and cut and cut.
After all the pain, then what?

Should I keep cutting or should I cry?
Should I kill myself, or at least try.

Can I end this life without any goodbye's?
cant anyone hear my cries?

Please help me out here.
I am lost, *down my cheek runs a tear.*

I am scared and all alone.
Cutting my skin down to the bone.