For awhile they weren't stained red,  I always felt the pain and the urge, but put down the blade instead. I thought I was going to be okay, cause it had been so long, I thought it would just go away, but I was wrong. The cuts are back, and there's more every day, I thought they'd be gone forever, but I guess they're here to stay. They all expect me to get better, to be stronger, but I can't make it through much longer. I try to hold my head up high, convince myself its not whats right, but I know it's all a lie, because in the end, I'm going to lose this fight