I sit on this empty bed,
Alone in the dark.
I think to myself, why?
Why did you say the things that you did.
Did i do something wrong?
I start to think how,
How did my life become like how it is?
I feel a tear running down my cheek,
I look over at my bed side table at the thing shimmering in the dark.
I reach over for the silver thing,
And pull it close to my skin.
I stare at my wrists
For quite a while,
Before pulling the blade across my skin.
1 cut,
2 cuts
3 cuts,
4
What’s the harm of just one more,
5 cuts,
6 cuts,
7 cuts,
8
I say as the blood gushes out of it’s place.
I smile at my wrists,
Oh what a beautiful sight.
Suddenly all the pain,
Just slips away.
What a shame it came back just the next day,
So I pull that blade to my skin.
As I start to sing…
1 cut,
2 cuts,
3 cuts,
4
What’s the harm of just one more,
5 cuts,
6 cuts,
7 cuts,
8
I smile once again,
At the mess I create.
It’s gotten so addicting now,
I feel like the blade is all I need.
No one is here,
No one cares.
All I have left is that bloody thing in my hand.
It’s all I have,
It’s all I trust.
This went on for weeks,
As weeks turned into months.
Till one day I’m lying back in that bed.
My tears start to fall on my body of scars,
I hear the voices in my head having a good laugh.
They tell me to do it again,
Just one more time.
So I took that blade,
Back to my skin.
And I start sing.
1 cut,
2 cuts,
3 cuts,
4
What’s the harm of just one more,
5 cuts,
6 cuts,
7 cuts,
8
The tears come more what am I meant to do?
So I pull my blade through my skin once again,
Singing those sweet little words for the last time.
1 cut,
2 cuts,
3 cuts,
4
What’s the harms of just one more,
5 cuts,
6 cuts,
7 cuts,
8
But those sweet little cuts just aren’t the same,
Their deeper then they ever were before,
They hurt more.
My tears don’t stop.
As I look at my skin covered in blood,
I watch it drip on my bed.
I’m starting to feel dizzy,
So I get to my feet,
'MUM' I scream.
But I can’t stand no more,
As I fall to the floor.
Mum runs in,
'HELP' she screams,
But no one comes in.
She drops to the floor,
'Oh my baby' she says,
As she puts me in her arms.
'What have you done
My sweet little thing’.
She say’s before yelling at the top of her lungs,
"HELP, HELP, SHE’S BLEEDING,
MY BABY GIRL IS BLEEDING’.
In comes dad,
He calls the ambulance.
I feel my mums tears falling on my skin,
'I'm sorry' I say to my mum,
'I'm sorry for all the things I have done'.
I look at my mum,
Her eyes filed with tears.
I give her a smile and say,
'You'll be fine,
It’s better off this way.
You can move on,
You don’t need me here.
No one does,
That’s why I have done this thing I’ve done’.
My smile gets bigger as my eyes start to close,
My mum screams, ‘NO, NO PLEASE DON'T'.
She shake’s me and screams my name.
The ambulance runs in and takes me quick,
I’m at the hospital,
But it’s too late.
I can not wake,
I was lying their alone,
Covered in blood and scars.
I am finally free.
