Cuts And Alone. Poem by Josh Morris

I sit here alone
With cuts on my wrist
I feel there my freinds
Why do i do this?
It's so dark in here
Can somebody find the phone
So i can call for supplies
Welcome to the house of alone
It's not okay
Don't tell me that it will be
Im here alone
Do you know what I see?
Don't bother trying to knock
Because I don't budge
I'm scared of my self
I'm stuck here with this grudge
I use to help people like me
I feel now I'm one of them
Every mornings a start
But the night is the end
Just levee me alone
I'm fine with my cuts
Don't judge me on what I do
Just keep your mouth shut
People have there problems
I do to
Just let me be alone
And do what i do.