Scars

I have lost my will to live and I can nott get it back,
I have lost the spark, lost the happiness, lost the knack.
Just give me a knife and watch what I can do,
I am sorry mum, this was not meant for you.
1 cut for my dad, this cut is real deep,
Look at all this blood, watch the blood seep,
I cut for myself, god this one is big,
So big and painful, you deserve it you f*cking pig!
1 cut for Michael, who drove me to be like I am,
My vision is going blurry, must keep cutting if I can.
Another cut for my grandma, who knocked me back down,
The blood is everywhere; I think I am going to drown.
And a hundred more cuts for all the pain inside,
I am sure these cuts are going to be difficult to hide.
I watched myself do this, the knife slice through the skin,
I am of no use to anyone, throw me in the bin.
I saw the blood swell so eager and red,
I do not want more washing for mum; do not get blood on the bed.
Oops run to the bathroom, make the bleeding end,
The wounds will heal, the physical wounds will mend.
Look at my pretty scars, look! Can you see?
These scars are my reminder to what life has done for me.