Each cut gets deeper-

Everyday is a lie,
Nothing is right.
I lie to myself,
And all my friends.
Telling them I am fine,
Without them knowing the real pain inside.
I tell myself everyday,
That it will be okay.
As I look at the razor,
I no this pain is there to stay.
I try so hard to not give in,
But I am to weak and the pain wins.
As I feel the coldness of the blood dripping,
My whole body shakes.
I no what I have done is not right,
But I have lost this fight.
Maybe next time I will not give in to the pain,
But I have lied to myself yet once again.
Saying that will never happen again,
It is just a lie, that will never fade.
Everyday I look in the mirror,
And see the scars on my arms.
Each cut keeps deeper,
As the pain increases.
But I keep telling myself,
Never give up until it’s the final goodbye.