Morbid fears and crimson tears

Never thought I'd say this
but only my razor can help me
by cutting my wrists
I'm mending my wounds
the wounds from deep within me

you call me ignorant
and you may call me selfish
you tell me I'm rude
because heaps more people have it worse than me

but what really makes me frown
is how you can compare
you see compare my life with yours
and you cannot compare her life with his
this is the way i deal with my pain
so please, don't insult me again

I'm here venting my problems
please don't make it worse
my heat as fragile
as a newly born bird
my problems never cease

i can cut if i want to
i shouldn't need to ask you!
it's my life
it's my choice
it's my past
it's my future
it's my ending

Life is not a game,
please don't tell me that i will be OK
it the end i never am,
cutting because of problems that hurt
WILL THIS PAIN EVER GO AWAY!!!

so now my final word
as i run my blade
down my already scarred wrists
i just watch my blood bead out
like tiny little balls

it's running a river of my crimson tears
and releasing an ocean of my morbid fears
this pain will finally end
looking at my past, than seeing that i am the present
tonight i want to be history
please let me rest in peace

(C) Lucy Green

*thanks for reading it, it might not make sense, it jumps from one thing to another, but it is how me as a self harmer gets criticized for cutting, because so many people have it worse than me, but i don't see how you can compare, one life to another, that is just rude and never ends out right, thanks for reading!!*