I may have returned to what makes me strong,
But I miss what makes me happy.

I am a cutter, so what, does it look like I care?
It helps keep me alive, get me through my despair.
I despise being labelled, and when people stare,
Back the hell off, I don't need you, its my way to repair.

I hate being alone, but I push everyone away,
I just need someone to look past this facade and stay.

A haunting past has returned once more,
My life thrown into darkness,
The one who cared is long gone,
And I'm left with death's cold caress.

She was the one I loved,
She was the one I lost.
I was the one who cried,
I was the one who died.

You are nothing but a bad dream to me,
You are my worst nightmare,
But when I awaken you are never gone.

No matter how bad my life had become.
No matter how many people ignored me.
No matter how many people believed my lies.
All it took was one person, who saw the problems, who wanted to help.
And to you I say with all my heart, Thank You!

I write until my old wounds bleed,
Then write in blood to fill my need.

This bloodied blade I leave behind,
Perhaps for someone else to find,
The truth about me that seeks to be found.

Broken dreams of smothered screams
Seeking by whichever means,
To help me shed this web of lies
Before this writer surely dies.