i sit in my room
with my journal sitting in front of me
and on every page is a story of my pain
each page talks about everytime
that i cut my self
that i’ve hurt inside and never told
and as i open to the last page with writeing
i see the razor blade
the one i have used on myself more than once
it kills the pain
it stops the hurting
it ends everything i feel
and i dont know what else to do anymore
people want me to stop
people want me to look the other way
but i can’t
can’t they just look the other way
and pretend that nothings going on
and that i’m not doing anything
it would make ending my life so much easier