Cuts

As the pain grows more and more,
The blade cuts deeper and deeper,
As I watch the blood flow down my arm,
I can't help but wonder:
Why do I do this to myself??
Why is my life so hard??
I can feel the dark cloud of depression take over my heart,
And I think to myself:
Should I end it now??
Or should I go on,
Living with my insanity??
I can't anwser that question yet,
All my scars tell someone a story,
Maybe one day,
They'll tell me a story??