You Think...

You think that,
I cut for attention.
Which you never gave me,
I'd like to mention.

You think that,
It was peer pressure.
Everyone else did it.
So I thought to venture.

You think that,
It was to relieve stress.
Which I have plenty of,
My life is a mess.

You think that,
It was cause of a guy.
He ripped out me heart,
And I wanted to die.

You think that,
I needed affection.
If I was loved,
I wouldn't cause such destruction.

You think that,
I cut out of boredom.
Nothing better to do,
Maybe I am that dumb.

You think that,
My mom is to blame.
Criticizing me,
And causing me pain.

You think that,
I cut to be tough.
Stick it out Alicia,
Even though it gets rough.

You think that,
I cut when I don't get my way.
You said no,
So I made myself pay.

You think that,
I'm releasing my anger.
It builds up inside,
Putting others in danger.

I think that,
All these reasons are true.
Which one got me started?
I'll leave that up to you.