Bad Friend of a Cutter

You begged me not to do it
I said I'd try to resist
But it seems my only solution
Is to slit my fragile wrists

You say I'm too good of a person
To live my life this way
But if I am so wonderful
Why must I suffer everyday?

Crying it out makes me dizzy
Until I get a horrific headache
Discussing it makes me relive the pain
And that's something I can't take

You act like I'm crazy
Or like I'm doing it for attention
I wish I hadn't told you
I wish it was never mentioned

Think about it-- if I really wanted
Everyone to know
Why do I wear long sleeves in the summer
Just so the scars won't show?

You act like I'm a victim
To some heinous crime
Treating mr that way won't make me stop
So you're just wasting your time

You think you're a good friend
For telling me I'm insane
But what am I supposed to do?
This is my way of dealing with the pain

I don't expect you to understand
So don't even try
I'd be much better off
If you would just let me die.

~x~x~x~x~x~x~x~

Note to Cutters:

If you have a stuck-up friend,
DO NOT tell them your secret!
They will tell everyone and act like you're insane. Hopefully your stuck-up friends are better than mine though....