Alcohol and drugs in your veins
like vemon.
You use self injury
to keep your sanity.
Instead of hurting others
you hurt yourself,
with scars running down your
arms and legs.
Life is too unfair
to care.

You finally had enough.
Realizing what you
mean to that one person.
You want to stop.
Starting with cutting.
You give that person
your perfect weapon
of your own destruction.
You say to yourself
I need to stop for them.
You need to stay clean for them.

When you feel as if you
can’t stay strong you
start saying “I should let go of all the pain and  anger.
I should bleed out.”
You then make a new date.

People don’t notice a change.
You want to get a drink
a pill, and slit your wrist.
You are then called a f***up.
You tune out the hatred with music.

You see life as being
born messing us
then death.
Hoping you bleed out
if you cut again.

You started not caring
because you felt unwanted.
It seems like every tear
you cry no one hears
nor cares.

Once you start caring again
you felt mistreated.
You say screw life I’m done.
Enough is enough.
You drink with a pill
and cut for last time.
Finally getting what you wanted
you are now dead.