Think Something of iit

It started out as nothing
didn't think of it much
but it became an addiction
like my own personal crutch.

i tried it once
when i was hurt and down
i took the blade to my skin
the dropped the blade to the ground.

i wasn't ashamed
the scars would soon fade
but on my life i lost control
so once more i took to the blade.

it seemed to help
but as time went on
just one little cut just wasn't enough
to keep moving on.

so i cut more often
and soon that wasn't good enough
so i began to cut deeper
with each cut i got more tough.

the crimson that seeped
on my ankle
that weeped
showed my dis pare.

a secret that i hide
let out to a friend
who has the same problem
one we should mend.

her wrist is what she cut
and that seemed to help her through
so then i decided
i would try too.

but once wasn't enough
i had to try again
so now its my addiction
my new best friend.

my parents don't help
they make me feel blue
so away in my room
i cut, and they don't have a clue.

right now i am still
a girl hurt and confused
with feelings abused
and the scars to prove.

so please don't end up like me
don't think the scars will fade
think something of it
and please DON'T pick up the blade.