cutting poem (read and comment plz)

i love the feeling of the blade on my wrist
i love the feeling of the blood on my wrist
i look at my wrist and all i see is cuts and scars
im tired of trying
m tired of hiding
i wish i could show myself
but i can't its to depressing
i love the pain
but hate hurting ppl
i try and try
but im never good enough
im to weak
im to stupid
i can't take the stress of stopping
when i try to stop my body stresses out
cutting makes my world calm
cutting makes my world stressless