Unnamed Poem by Lizzie Resendiz

I'm sick and tired of all these lies
all these heart breaking goodbyes
my head is filled with stress
inside my head a complete mess
this voice deep inside
telling my to cut and hide
should i give in
and bring my life to an end
I grab the knife with no hope
this is the only way I can cope
I wake up in the morning soaked in red
wishing and wondering why I'm not dead
well, when all the stress comes back agian
I know the knife is my friend