Just some things I guess.

Cuts

Cut after cut,

They never seem to be enough,

Blood pours out from 3 different spots on your arms and legs,

It's not enough, you just want more.

More, more, more,

Your mind teases you,

The voices don't leave you alone,

Not until your arm is COVERED in crimson lines,

They will scar, How will you hide all of those for the rest of your life,

You wonder to yourself,

What if my mum, or my sister, or my little brother see these?

How will I explain?

Regret flows through your body,

You start crying, Hard.

Your so ashamed of what you have done,

your poor arm, leg, stomach,

Whatever spot you just mutilated,

''Im so worthless'' you think as you crawl into bed that night,

Thoughts flow through your mind,

Dark thoughts that won't go away.

you scream and destroy your room, your mom comes up and sees you passed out,

She calls an ambulance after seeing what you have done to yourself she is so worried,

She cries as you Wake up in the hospital.

You scream and fight against the restraints,

after you calm down you see where you are and you cry,

Your little brother hugs you and says,

"Mommy told me your an angel because you have scars on your wrist."