Why

As I whip the blood away
and look to see the damage i have done i wounder to myself

why have i done this
if everyone loves me
why do i do this

i have done something i hate
my friends seem to not care and that doesn't help

people judge me because of Wat i look like Wat i wear and the people i hand out with and that doesn't help either

so i ask myself over and over
it gets worse and worse
and deeper and deeper

I'm scared to look my mom in the eye because of Wat she mite see
will she judge,tell everyone, or something else