The Memories

The memories i have,
that will haunt me forever..
I'm over eeling this way,
the pain and misery..

i look upon my arms,
i see the scars.
the memories,
they come flooding back..
fro those times,
when i sat there,
with the razor..

it all comes back,
like a tidal wave..
it crushes me,
with pain....

it causes me,
to break down and cry.
to think about doing it again,
i find that razor.
it sits there,
staring at me..

i think im good enough,
good enough to stop..
but i love,
the red blood trickling down my arm,
the sensation it gives me,
the rush....

great more memories..
that remind me,
of everything i hate..
they are the reason,
i try to kill myself