I wondered why I started ,
How I started,
It used to make my cry when I did it,
But not anymore,
I go deeper and no longer care if my legs scar,
My heart and soul are scared enough yet nobody sees that so maybe I should show the world my mind and mentality,
Yet I hide it from the world,
My parents don't want to believe it so they ignore what they see,
If they don't care why should I?
I want to die,
I have absolutely nothing left to live for anymore,
The cutting is maybe the reason that I am still alive,
It's the only think that keeps me from jumping off the precipice,
And ending my pathetic existence.