The Scars

The scars up and down my wrist dont help
They're there because im ugly
Im stupid made fun of and hurt
As i place the cold blade on my wrist
And let it slid i feel relived
Like the pain and hurt is gone
Every thing gone my fears
Nightmares and faith
But the blade is my best friend now
I' ve got use to the pain
The hurt and hate
Well i dont care anymore
Why not end it?