Finally?... the cutters truthful talk...

Everyone at one point in their lives gets addicted to something that takes away the pain
some smoke
some drink
some use violence
but some of us...use self-harm.
hospital after hospital
only made it worse
when the cold walls got comfortable and the only thing I could think about was cutting
I found shelter within my shattered walls
my heart had always been locked up and guarded by walls of iron
but even they got melted down...
ashes to ashes we all fall down.
this time I think I'll stay down
I've gotten to the point where I just don't want to care anymore
so I'll sleep with my shadows and sit in my corners
but...the day will come when you'll finally give a damn to come and check on me.
and I won't respond...
not because I don't care too but because...I won't be able to.
time and time again i've been told
"Suicide's not the answer" but honestly that only makes it worse
being trapped here...on this human filled earth has been my personal hell.
friends and family alike have tried to save me
but...I guess I'm just selffish.
maybe it's time to go.
maybe...just maybe...I'll finally get my little peace of heaven...