My life

The night I wake,
feeling so scared,
feeling unloved,
as if nobody cares.

I ran to the kitchen,
cutting my skin,
scares had formed,
where surface had been.

I laid the knife
by a sack of pairs,
ran to a closet,
cause I heard
a noise upstairs.

My brother came down
and got a drink.
Then she came out
and put the knife
in the sink.

Washed it off so
the blood would go away,
and then I was gone
with nothing to say.

For the night
I had done this
and the night
I had done this
I went back to bed
and lost so much blood
the next morning I was dead.

My white sheets were red
because of that knife,
as you can see
it ended my life.

So be careful what happens
on any mistakes
no matter how hard,
or if its as much as you can take.