Is my poem good?? I made it for Vanessa:)

I am a cutter
I wonder why I cant find happiness
I hear the demons yelling
I see people with similar problems
I wan to get cured for my BPD
I am a cutter
I pretend like Im getting better
I feel the hot,scarlet rush on my arm
I touch the nkife
I cry when i have bad memories of my victim
I am a cutter
I understand Grandma will find it in her to forgive me
I say if I cant run, I want to scream
I dream of falling in the blue
I try to hush the demons
I hope Ill find someone to love