one slit could kill.

i cut deeper,
until the blood flows,
untill the mark of my pain shows,
cover up the scars,
hide my work,
they just dont understand,
nothing will ever work,
they think im crazy,
they just cant see,
im sitting here with nothing to do,
what the hell am i going to do?
i go to the bathroom,
i reach for the blade,
put it to my wriste,
and there it laid,
pushing it deeper untill i bleed,
this is exactly what i need,
the pain is something i just felt,
as it all fades and melt!