Its what we do, CUt

We hurt our selves everyday
And nobody asks us if were okay
When I think about my life
I need to use the knife
I stab myself really hard
So hard that my body would be scarred
Every night it would help with my depressions
It would helps us with our confessions
Scars all over our hand
Some people just wont understand
When I tell someone what I do when I'm sad or mad
They feel bad
Then they tell me I'm a suicidal
If they only knew how much we bleed
And that its the only way to go to sleep
When the cuts are deeper the better we feel
The feeling is so real
I pull my skin off and its either a...
big or small peal
And you wear sweaters to not reveal
SO the deeper it goes
IT shows more threw our cloths
Hurting our selves from head to our toes
Its what you do
Then you realize that you arm is blue
But you keep stabbing everywhere
And you don't even care
IT feels good and u cant stop

~i wrote this wen i was 11 years old!! i thought it was good for 11, you?? well please comment~