This is the last time

You'll ever hurt me.

I won't bother you anymore.

I won't bother anyone.

Right now, all I wanna do is cut.

And never stop.

Cut until I have no blood to bleed.

Cut until I can't hear your voice in my head.

Your voice haunts me.

You're a fat pig.

You're not good enough.

Why don't you kill yourself?

That's my inspiration, you see.

Your words are my inspiration

For everything.

For ruining myself.

Even when I blast music

And scream at the top of my lungs,

I still hear your words.

Your words inspire me to do my worst.

You don't understand me.

Sometimes, I need you to care just a little.

Maybe you could notice the very noticeable scars on my arms.

The scars that keep adding up.

It's a pretty funny thing, actually,

What I'm planning to do.

It's kind of all your fault.

Call me fat one more time. Push me over the edge.

Sometimes, I turn the music up as loud as it can go.

Then, I scream at the top of my lungs.

You know what I'm trying to do?

I'm trying to get your voice out of my head.

This is the last time.

I'm going home to cut myself,

And I don't necessarily plan on stopping.

Yeah, this is all your fault.

One cut for my pain.

One cut for my sorrow.

One cut to keep me sane.

One cut for tomorrow.

A/N- Hi... I don't do author's notes very much... If at all... So... Hi. Umm... If a friend of mine is reading this, don't worry. I'm not suicidal. For everybody else, take from it what you want. And I bet you're taking it the right way. Thanks so much for reading... Please review... I don't get reviews very often. Thanks so much!

- Dr. Nonsense