Final Cut

I have reached the end,
enough of all the pulled hair.
I have had enough,
of all this drama.
This is the final cut,
I put against my body.
All you do is point,
your finger at me.
Like the accusing.
Finally I have had enough.
I can't handle it anymore.
This is the last straw,
you have put so much
pain into my heart.
I wish that you could
see what you have done.
Do you even know what you
have said?
Can anything get better?
Will you ever GROW UP?