Goodbye to you

A poem about cutting.

One cut, two cut, three cut, four
as I watch all the blood pour.

As I look up at the sky
I sit here and wonder why.

Did I deserve all this pain?
I always got all the blame.

But not no more, it's all gone away
and I will always look back upon this day.

So goodbye to the ones I love,
instead of me you'll now see a dove.

So don't shead a tear,
don't worry I'll always be near.

Don't look up at the sky and wonder why,
everyone will eventually die.

To much pain, to much drama,
and always remember I love you Mama.

Every problem has a solution, and this was mine,
so goodbye to you, and stop looking so blue.