Cutting!!!

Slicing my wrist, easing my pain
looks like a river and also the rain.
I watch my blood drip
as i chew my bottom lip.

I cut to feel real when i feel fake
and if that wasn't their my life would be at steak.
I wear long t-shirts and baggy pants
I wish my head would stop, stop the chants.

The blade lets loose and drops to the ground
as my blood pours faster my heart starts to pound.
It feels like a dream
with a never ending stream.

As the days fly by and things get worse
4 years is enough, it must be a curse.
I'm still here today and cut the same
I still hate one person and he's to blame!!