A cutter at 11

The first time I made an incision
I was only 11
But I made that decision

I used a razor cut on top
Kept on cutting
Until the blood didn't stop

It didn't scare me just one bit
And hid the scars
My parents would have a fit

If they knew I was down so low
They had no clue
My depression didn't show

Many times I almost broke down
I almost took off
My Barbie Doll gown

Then my so call friends
Spread some rumors
I really wanted for my life to end

They were giving me way to much
Tripped me as I was standing
Wanted me to die, and such

Then the buggers that pretend
To like me,when they hated me
They were all cr@ppy friends

So if they hate me why do they hide
Can't they take my life
So I don't have to commit suicide