You missed it,
missed the monster you created,
The cuts they lead me to hell,
living in constant surveillance,
A never ending jail,
Each knife,Each pin,
they seemed to be my saviors,
yet I could not go near them,
they were my weaknesses,
When you walked out of my life,
future scars were marked,
I tried to stop on my own,
But I needed a higher power to stop me,
I still think about it,
I still think about you,
The pain comes flushing back,
And I become weak,
I want my saviors,
I want just a pin,
Please just one,
But I think of you,
and how you tried to end it before,
So I grip onto the little will power I have and slowly those evil thoughts,
the evil thought that were created the day you walked away,
They fade,
and light shines in,
and I only hope this time it stays.