A cutters biography

Watch me as i cut my skin
see the blood drip down
my veins become rivers
my blood the water
spilling out into my ocean of tears
do you see my pain now
do you understand
the blood stains my clothes
just like life stains my innocence
the cuts stain my body
leaving scars that remind me
my body is my biography
my scars tell the story
but you wouldn't want to read it
because this one wont end happy