Poetry and Thoughts

cut

Got I want it so bad

The feeling of the sharp blade on my skin

God I need it

I have to have it

I could see my past scares on my left arm

They are small and faint but I see them

Its a good thing my blade isn't sharp

I can't risk being caught

I'll probably do it Sunday

Or after I do my hair

I'll figure it out

I just need it

I need my wrist slit

I wanna see blood dripping

It's the pain I deserve

I'm worthless

A waste of space

I hurt people

Waist of money

I just want to die

But the funny thing is

I'm scared of death and what's after it

All I want is a do over

But there is no guarantee.

I deserve to die though

I really do

I'm not a good person

All I can do is hurt people

That's why no one loves me

I'll never be loved

maybe it's for the best

I should just slit my wrists and die alone

It would be for the best