My lovely little knife

I got angry at you.
I found you next to my bed.
I did one cut then another.
Over and over.
Because i want you happy.
But i wish you could be happy without me.
You mock me.
You want me to use you.
And never stop.
Over and over.
One by one.
The scars never go away.
They torement me forever.
"Cut,cut. Keep cutting."
But i wont do it.
My life is hell as it is.
Anymore stress and i might kill myself.
My heart cant take the pain.
So it gets put on my wrists.
You want to be a crimson color.
It might happen soon.