not deep enough this time

I come home everyday after all of the nonsense 

Everyday i promise myself just one more cut 

 

Just one more cut 

But everyday i still can't seem to stick the the promise i made myself 

 

I think to myself that it just doesn't make sense

As the blood drips from my arms and legs to the floor 

 

I can't help but smile 

I feel so much happiness that i can't stop

 

Then the next thing i know i wake up in a hospital bed 

With the same people that told me to kill myself standing over me crying 

 

With tears rushing down there faces

I manage to smile and say “are you happy i did it”

 

But i didn't do what they said i only got close to death 

I let them all down yet again 

 

 

This poem is about: 
Me

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