Self-harm poems

I might as will

I might as well be a good actor,
Pretending that I'm fine.
But who would know everyday I'm weaker,
Sometimes think of suicide.

The scars on my arm reminds me of the pain,
The hurt inside my heart still remains ...
Lots of question going through my head,
Day and night you drove me to death ...

From this minute counted to ten,
I'm going to have this sorrow ...
You will never see me again,
Because without you I will not have tomorrow ...