I have given up on life.
I want nothing to do with family and friends,
only my blade and my knife!
Over 5 months I have been clean.
For a while there, I was wanting to live past 16.
But now, I said hello again,
to my shinny knife and blade.
Once again, ill be wishing,
for my new scars to fade away.
I'm really scared
because for so long I was doing so well.
And these are the same emotions
I had when I first fell.
Mommy && daddy will be so mad at me,
they`ll be disappointed like always.
But they`ll realize the blood sailed me free!
Friends will be so confused
b/c they thought I moved on from cutting
but once again, Ive been beaten and abused.
Well I don't know what else to say
besides I have to live another day
with that damn blade and knife
cutting my life away...
