Cut

As i take this knife, run it across my wrist
I feel the great lift of anxiety released off my sholders
The thin strip of blood runs off my arm, and stains the floor of this bathroom
My friends dont know, its my little secret
I love this feeling, this rush that i get,
I kow its wrong but my life is so horrible.
My parents, always fighting,
My grades, getting lower and lower,
Maybe one day, it wil be normal and i can stop but i love this feeling and i wil never stop
I cut my arm, cut my writs\'s
Until the day i die from cuting to deep