I call you up, you tell me i need to stop, i apologized, you tell me i did nothing to you, yet i feel sorry for the scars on my wrist,you tell me i shouldn't have these scars,they are marks of hatred, the wounds of a fallen soul, i loved you so, but i know it hurt you, you told me you have scars, You were lost, you were shown the door, called a whore, sorry your past hurts you, i didn't know i wish i knew, i cant run from the past, my heart in steel, i guess your not here, can you hear me leaving, sitting and crying and beating on myself, you call me that night, they cant see it, i wanted to see you happy, i wanted for you to leave your crappy slump, you didn't call, you were locked out, i don't know why, so i sit and cry, the words i said to you its all a story, you gave your hope up, i called up and wished you were okay, the next day your scars shown, i worry about you, can i finally rest, so can i finally rest? you call me again and say sorry for yelling, i lay down and cry and let my key break the lock to my heart, baby I'm sorry, I'm sorry I cut, it wont happen again, please be happy,i call you up, you ask how my day was, like what just happened, i said the day was great, who broke the promise, im sorry i cut, it fed the demon inside, i guess you can save me, please pull me from the hell i am stuck in, I'm sorry i did this, please don't react with pain and screams, I wont do it again,i will never cut again,you look me in the eyes, and with a sour face you ask me why I did it, I just looked at you with a tear in my eyes, I wish I could answer, but truthfully I don't know, if I could give you the answer I would, as I made that first cut, the blood began to run, it made my heart race, it took my pain away, I'm going on a trip to answer the question of why I did it,I didn't mean to break this promise, I was a little off in my life, I'm sorry, I'm so far down, I don't know how much I could take, please let me know if you find my reasons, I'm not perfect, I only want you to know I am broken, I'm a cutter, hugging my blade as if it is my only friend, the demons within claw the way out with every cut I make, the scars like a scratch with claws,I'm a cutter and the scars are my story, please forgive me for cutting, I'll put the blade down, it really wasn't worth it, now that I have these scars, I'll feel better when these doors are shut.........
