Cutting

I said I would never do it again
And I honestly tried,
But I was such a mess inside.
I didn't know what to do,
I couldn't turn to you !
I had an emotional storm in my head,
So I began to wonder if I would be better off dead.
I picked up a knife,
So I could try and push my problems and you,
Out of my life.
I started to make lines
All over my body.
Cutting was like a drug to me
It would calm, get me high and let me be.
It would make me for a moment in time,
Forget all the pain I had trapped inside !
Then one day you told me the worst thing ever
and I just couldn't take anymore pain and heartache in my life,
So I went home and I wrote you a little letter,
When I was finished I picked up my new sharp friend
As I made the last and deepest line on my skin!
I said goodbye, and to my life this was the end.