Every cut upon my wrist

tells a different story

each one was a battle

a battle between life and death

those who caused me pain will soon meet their own death

just like how I almost made mine

I cut wrist to shoulder very deep

no one could stop this pain

this pain is a living hell

and depression is the same thing to

I can't live like this any more

this is to those who lied to my face

said that they know how I fell but really they don't

no one will truly know my pains in heaven

they never will

I grab the knife and cut till I bleed

and with that single cut may seem harmless

millions aren't

I have many

120 to be on point

including the one that won't close

don't cry if one day I am not here

I hate when people cry over me

crying over me is a sin to me

and it is the most evilest sin you can ever make

I am forever trapped in this hell

but that won't keep me from

trying to break out an be free

free from all this pain and hurt

I am sorry to those who really care this is not

for you this is for the people

who said that their family died when they really didn't.

I love this wprld and will find a better way

weather or not I am in the clouds in heavan

or down in hell as long as I am able to live in peace

and be free I am okay with

no one will truly know my pain