fuck you mummy

I hate looking at my wrists,
the scares provide sad and terrible moments i can only wish to forget,
the pain i inflict upon myself makes me smile...
is that sick?
evey inch of skin i slice
holds a memory
im stupid to have left so Manny marks,
know i wish they would all go away...
i inflict more pain...
to relive the feeling i now posses
from looking at my wrists..
realising i only just created more...
i cut again and again....
only pushing myself further into depression
im an idiot
..
a mistake I do it over and over
create more scares to stare at..
inflicting more and more pain to supply the feeling..
untill one day..
just one thought...
how do i stop myself from
seeing this?
inflicting pain once more...
laughing and smileing a grin so sick...
it would haunt you...
but instead now you can take my place mummy...
you can stare at all the horrible memories you gave me ...
there right here mummy... Look there painted on my arms ...
this is your fault so fuck you mummy