Cut

I use to be in love with you
For You I'd give my own life
And Then when I broke up with you
I turned to the tempting knife

At first I cut my wrists again
But then people started to see
They'd threaten that they'd tell someone
And That thought had scared me

I've worn wristband for awhile now
And I usually wear long sleeved shirts
Everyone thinks my life is good
But they don't realize how much this hurts

So I cut myself again
And I tried something new
I wouldn't cut on my wrists
But then what would I do

I then decided to cut my arms
Then no one would know
My friend make me show them my wrists,
but my arms they never show

It's just as harmful cutting there
And it's just as satisfying
If I told you it didn't hurt
Then hell yeah I'd be lying

I cut a heart into my arm
To remind me of my love
And a cross on my other arm
Cuz Soon I'll be to God above.

~*~This is a crappy poem...~*~