Cut

As I stare at my wrists I wonder
"What the hell have I done?"
This razor is my escape
When I have nowhere to run
I gaze into
The self inflicted wounds
You think that I'm just sick
And that I won't be better soon
I promise I'm not crazy
In fact I'm very sane
This is just my way
Of dealing with the pain
AsAs the blood drips from my arms
I think about his lies
And how trying my best
Ended in my demise
But I will only try harder
Things can't get worse than they are
I'll stay clear of him
With the reminder of my scars