so many

So many times I have felt the cold metal against my wrist
So many times ive wanted to end it all to just let my blood go
So many times ive wanted to take my own life to end it all
So many times ive cut better never go that far
always wanting to
So many people who comment on the scars
So many who don’t under stand the marks or the bruises
So many who don’t see the abuse
So many who laugh at the misused children that they see
So many who say my life is worthless and I should die
So many that I wish would die so I could live and be free