Look into myself

I slice open

the untouched skin.

I don't move

when blood shows

I look at the cut

and look into my self

The pain

is so bad

that I came to this.

I look at my arm

and sigh

it hurts

but the cut does not.

I pick up the knife

and slice my skin again

still no pain.

I go to the bathroom.

And stare into my eyes

all my feeling

is gone

all that left is emptiness.

and pain.

I cut my arm again.

More blood comes.

I remember their faces.

They used my body

for their own fun.

I looked to the sky.

I miss my family.

the ones that actually cared

for me.

I look in my self

and see her.

The little girl.

She cries in that corner

in my heart.

I can't let her out.

Or she'll get hurt again.

I slice my vain.

Knowing my life would end.

Hoping that my life would end.

I wrote a note while I slowly died.

That not read.

I love you,

You tried to save me

I am just to far from saving.

Now I am with the Lord.

He will save me.

If not,

there is always hell.

I closed my eyes

and drooped the pen

I opened my eyes

and my cuts were gone

and so was the blood.

And so was the pain.