A Cutters Prayer

Coming home,
Same old, same old.
They yell,
They scream,
What did you do wrong now?
Nothing.

Nothing at all.
Your nothing to them,
Nothing to the world.
You push them away,
Slam your door,
Fall to the ground with your head in your hands.

Why does no one understand?
I'm just a kid,
I'm still learning,
I'm supposed to make mistakes,
I can't be perfect,
As hard as I try I can't.

What do you want from me?
I'm not some doll you can drag around.
I have feelings,
I have a life,
Though you still try and rip that away from me.

Walk over to your bed,
Lift it up and grab the blade.
You promised you wouldn't,
You swore on your life,
But right now life doesn't seem like much.

Life up your sleeve,
Close your eyes and breath,
Slide the blade across your arm,
Deeper and deeper,
You don't make a sound.

Cut after cut,
You bite your lip,
Open your eyes and you see the damage done,
Now if only they would open their eyes,
Then they would see the damage they did inside