Letting go...

Curled up in a corner
wrists dripping of pain
cutting into myself deeper
again and again
afraid to stop cutting
not knowing what to do
afraid to slice any deeper
afraid of loosing you
but then again why am i
afraid of loosing you
you never cared , you had no love
like most caring mothers do
i guess it's because you don't care
of what becomes of me
i hate you mommy, i want to die
can't you just let me be
i hate this life
i live a curse
there aint nothing you can do
no healing soloutin in your purse
for the pain that i have inside
is more worse then you think
there is no life jacket
that can save me, i must sink
sink into the dark
into the bloody see
because i hate you mommy
because you hate me
i want to die now mommy
i don't want to live this life
let me go on mommy
let me slip this knife

not true.. this poem goes out to those who result to cutting.. i'm always here if u need to talk