Yes I Am Suicidal

Let the scars heal I keep telling myself, Cutting is weak and you’re destroying yourself. Others may think that I’m a crazy girl that just needs help. But on this earth I’m trapped in my own hell But there isn’t there suppose to be beauty in the struggle or maybe is it after? Slicing my wrist like pain means nothing to me, I don’t think that’s crazy. Much like alcoholics, razors are my drugs Yes I’m suicidal. Yes I want to be loved, But it’s a cold world with people scared to love, It’s so common it’s an endless cycle. You hurt me…taking revenge I hurt him… he hurts her she hurts them. The cycle never ends.