Vent

death wish

I cut last night

I guess

I was too stressed to think of what I was doing

But then again

my mother's words cut through

and left a bigger scar

A scar that couldn't be made by any blade

But that's okay

Because either way

My left upper forearm and wrist

Now looks like a chess piece game of slice

It has lots of up and down marks

And lots of side to side marks

So I guess I want to die

But

Not without finding some hope that

Someone...

At least anyone...

Cares about a broken little girl...

That's my death wish...