My droor

I\'m dead in my eyes cant seem to find a way. to come back to this light. that seems to bring smiles always. i cry every night. and no one hears me, i try to find,the reason to be living.my scars are hurting..they bleed while I\'m sleeping. i dont know how to live..I\'m internal bleeding.and theres no way out of it. the knife i cut with is in my droor. my mom never looks at my wrists because shes too afraid of what she might find. and then my death note is in my droor. my mom never opens it because shes too afraid of what she might find. and I\'m sorry but i cant be perfect. that droor is right by me all the time.so now you see why, I\'m bleeding myself to sleep tonight. and when i fall off of my bed..its a wake up. to tell me to just cut again.