Cut again

I cut again
This time I know why
I cut again
Because I want to die
I cut again
To get rid of all the stress
I cut again
I tried to clean up the mess
I cut again
All because of you
I cut again
Because Im tired of feeling blue
I cut again
Im starting to see black
I cut again
This time I wont come back
I cut again
This time I know why
I cut again
Because I want to die

This is my first poem so please let me know what you think... thanks