Still a sophomore in high school with a whole lot of stress

through some days in depression

I cut once, then twice, until my entire arm is crimson

I wanted to do it because it made me happier, you know from all the stress

My mother yelled at me in a text

It just added more to the situation

For talking to her behind her back,

how did she even find out this time? What else am I to do?

Nothing but cut, cut and cut again until my arm turns crimson

I promised so many people,

that i would try to hold on

my best friend; teachers; girlfriend; other

But I did, I cut and I'm still doing it, until I see black