I’m cutting myself once again,
to take away my emotional pain.
I hate my life.
Why am I alive?
I’m slitting my wrist once again,
to help forget about my past.
I hate myself.
Why am I still living?
I’m searching for the knife once again,
I feel angry, I feel sad, I feel dead.
I hate everything.
Why am I still here?
Today I have met a special someone.
He’s the most amazing person I know.
I finally have something good in my life,
I am finally able to put away the knife.
