I've been broken down so bad,
That it hurts me to laugh.
Judged so cruelly,
That i am scared to want to be me.
I cut and cut while my blood slowly runs.
I don't understand what's wrong with me.
I've been let down and slammed around.
Time, and time again.
I listen to the down gradation.
Then let the words sink in.
The blood oozes down my arm.
I've been broken so many times now.
I feel so much better.
When i cut, i can't remember what was, or what might have been.
This is all just in my head.
I haven't cut for almost two years.
It's killing me when i see a sharp object.
Because i know that i am now so much stronger,
Than who i was before.