Broken Cutter

\\\"Hate me\\\"
Carved into my arm,
Is this cause for alarm?

Cuts wrapped around my wrist,
Suddenly I fell lost-
I think of what the cuts have cost.

Definite stares at my arms-Wondering why there\\\'s so much red,
I think I\\\'d rather be dead.

I just would like to cry out why,
Why can\\\'t I cry?!
Why can\\\'t I just say goo-bye??!!

I\\\'m just tired of staying strong,
I\\\'m getting worn down here-
My life is being ruled by fear.

So I sit here and ponder,
Why I feel so much strain,
And why numbness overcame pain.

Why did i cut again?
Why have I thrown everything away?
Just for some thoughts gone astray?

So here I lay,
Nothing to utter
For I am a broken cutter.