My silent sin

I cut myself
almost everyday

of this i am ashamed
and this i do not show

i wear these things over my arms
so you don't see

i want to end it
but don't have the strength

this is my silent sin
one that i can not redeem

although i try so hard
to end this never ending sin

i can never pull through
and do what i long to do

I have been there many times
in that same familiar position

yet every time
i am stopped

not by your words
not by your hands

but by your memory
and your love

i sit there
the knife in hand

saying my last good byes
and then i get to you two

and i think of old memories
and words long said

and i almost make a wish
but cant quite bring myself too

i would wish you hated me
and that you never loved me

because then i could do it
i could actually pull through

i could pull that knife across my skin
and could be finally free

i could forever end
my silent sin

um this is very bad but please comment anyway it would mean a lot to me. thanks *~*Becky*~*