Cut

Of all the pain that I went through,
you only made it worse,
voilence is the result,
the result of your stupid games,
the thought of cutting ran through my head,

I heard cries and screams in the night wind,
only to fade when the red liqurd,
ran down my arm,
I know I shouldn't,
but I did,

I need help,
I need to stop,
one question ran though my head,
Why did you made me do this?