What will you say wen u find out the reason for the cuts on my wrist

Whats the point of living only to wish you were dead?

I did it again!
i made the blade
my closes friend

I have lost myself
in a sea of inequality
where only I can see
The real me

Staring at my reflection
not knowing what i see
never knowing if who's looking back
is truely me!!!

Dagger meets skin
blood rushes in
not enough pain dissaperes for the moment
o well guess ill have to try again tomorow