My Wrongs....

Looking for it,
were can it be,
It felt as if I couldn't see,

That was my addiction,
long ago,
When the sun didn't shine,
And the snow wouldn't show,

I would cut myself until I would tire,
There was no feeling,
Only that of barbed wire,
It constricted my soul,
all the pain inside,
I felt only that I wanted to die,

My mom found out,
I don't think she had any doubt,
She made me promise to stop,

Time passed and my bubble popped,
I knew that I would never stop,
I found a knife and cut again,
And never got to say my amens,

My mom saw it again,
and was angry with me,
I cried my eyes out till I couldn't see,

Then came this girl who could help me,
And this was her name Alexis Marie,
She used to do these things to,
She helped me out and gave me a clue,

I love her to death,
she helped me stop,
Now hopefully my bubble won't pop,

Now I know that cutting is wrong,
she taught me a lot,
and helped me stay strong.