Cut

I cut myself last night,
i did it because of you,
i thought you cared about me,
but i see that was not true

i saw a pretty sight,
blood puddling to the ground,
it left me feeling weak,
but i did not make a sound

the blood would not stop,
i could feel my body shake,
i was hoping i was asleep,
and from this nightmare i'd wake

its been awhile since i cut,
and held my precious knife,
but thinking of what you did,
made me want to end my life

i dont feel good about myself,
the pain just left me weak and sad,
as i wish for something,
something i never had

i cut myself last night,
maybe one day i will cut to deep,
so all the voices in my head,
will be put to a deadly sleep