I'm Trying To Stop

I used to abuse my body,
Not anymore, I’ve changed you see.
I would cry and bleed,
Feeling that pain is what I need,
But it's not anymore and I'm still hurt
I feel better now, like I'm not dirt
I look at my wrists as a memory
And as a reminder of who I used to be,
From the past remains scars
And memories of trying to get hit by cars.
I felt alone and depressed,
I felt like I was different from the rest.
I thought that death would be great,
I thought that suicide couldn't wait.
I now cry of the past,
I know that if I didn't talk I wouldn't last,
My life was bad but it's my fault,
I kept my emotions locked away in a volt,
With a knife as a key, to set them free
With blood as a sacrifice to get them away from me,
But I talked and they listened to what was said,
And I was lucky I didn't end up dead.