Hoping Pain Will Be Enough

I come home and run straight to my room.

I have so much pain about think of you.

Tried so hard to just give you up.

But i don't feel whole without your love.

Taking out my blade.

I start to cut.

Hoping that pain will be enough.

As i watch my blood drip to the floor.

I feel much better then i did before.

Then my bleeding wont seem to stop.

I fall down and my heart beat stops.

*I'm not a cutter. not trying to be one or acted like one. to all you cutter out there....i think you got guts, i wish i had the guts to cut.*