Cut.

People are always asking me why I cut. I cut to let out the pain I hold within. I cut because crying is not enough. I cut because I am breakin'. I should just give up. Unknown, walking in this world alone. Holding my own hand, no one will ever understand. If I said this wasn't hell, I would be lyin' to myself. No, I do not need help. People are always telling me better ways to cope, that there is lots of hope. I cut to feel better inside, feels better than being denied. I cut because I want to be perfect, but I don't know my purpose. I cut because your way doesn't work, that's why I'm always faking a smirk. I cut because I feel useless. I am a nuisance. I want to be okay, but I am nothing but a posion. I feel my heart has frozen. My mind has broken. I will never break free from these emotions.