Cutting

I can’t help but wonder
What he would feel
If he saw the scars
On my wrist
That i just made.
Would he scream
Maybe shout
Would he cry
Maybe he’d pout..
How would he look at me
If he knew
That i did this to myself again
I let it crash down
I let my walls break
And i picked up that razor
And made me bleed again
Maybe he’d feel about me
The way i do now
As i know
I failed myself again