It's Just a Cut

Dear bully, I finally got the guts to say, Your words don't kill me, You made me realize my best friend was the knife, Every scar in my arm,express my pain deep inside, "no is not your fult mom" I'll keep cutting into the knife reaches my bone, Your right bully, No one loves me I guess I'll always be alone,laugh as much as you want,this tears cover the beauti of my face, I might be ugly to you, But I know one day someone will realize what am worth, Take your best shot, The knife already beat you to the punch line, It's deep and it hurts, I remember sitting always so alone, Covering my ears so I won't hear you call me names, I would go home,and burry my face deep in my pillow, And I would cry so much,as I bit my lips so no sound would come out, Thanks to you, my knife got to know me well, Hopefully your sitting down all alone in my funeral, I won't say your name out loud, Because you will probably get bully too, And no is not a suicide, I actually cut a vain, Dear bully I want you to keep the knife, So you can remember my pain, Sounds around me become silent, I go back to that moment, Were I pull up my sleeve , Whispering to my self is ok,we would get threw this, As tears reach there end, And my heart stops beating, A bright light appears, A handsome man in all white , Hugs me tight,his love erases the scars on my arm, And in his eyes I knew, He took my cuts to his arm