Cut me please

You are already a cutter
Always grabbing the knife,
The shiny metal calling for your skin.
Please don't do it! Please don't do it!

You purposely bring the knife,
closer and closer.

Pressing down hard,
going deeper and deeper.

As the blood appears,
and starts streaming down your skin
dripping massivly
You feel the pain.

Feeling so hurt,
not even caring,
you continue.

Your wrists are coverd in scars,
but your beautiful accesories
hide it oh so well.

Now I feel horrible,
I said something stupid,
You are sad,
and I know you have those thoughts
running through your over stressed head.

I feel bad,
now the un-cutter wants to cut.
Over something so dumb.
It could have been left alone.