Why?

I think to myself the words "self-harm".

Everyone asks,

Why I do?

Why I do?

Why I do?

No one understand what they put me though,

my thoughts finally stop and go away.

There now is nothing anyone can do or say.

I cry the time that you were almost mine,

I cry for the memories I've left behind ,

I cry for the pain , the lost , the odd , the new .

I cry for the times I thought I had YOU.

And the scars remind me , that the past is real .