I'M NOT FREAKING EMOO!!!! continued...(this is based off of the worst nightmare ever btw.cuz if Andrea had killed herself 4 real, i'd be dead)

One more cut, and that's it.
One more cut, then I'll quit.
They all said it wouldn't hurt.
Then they said it could be worse.
They all said the pain would stop,
but even so, i couldn't drop
the knife that i held in my hand,
inflicting pain on my command.
Never thought it'd come to this.
These shattered dreams,
this hopelessness.
Never thought i'd have to try
not to hurt myself but i
am stuck on this,
just like a drug.
stuck on this,
like a lethal bug.
I've tried to stop, but i cannot.
The more i tried, the worse it got.
i try so hard to just say no,
but the pain won't let me go.
As i put the knife back to my arm,
i decide one more won't do any harm.
but before i can make things any worse,
my cell phone rings from inside my purse.
I know the moment I pick up,
something's wrong. I ask, "What's up?"
My friend replies, pain in her voice,
"Andrea's dead. She made her choice."
I can't breath.
I can't see.
I know it is because of me.
I hear the phone drop to the floor.
"never again! Not one more!"
My best friend's dead. she killed herself.
I lay the knife upon the shelf.
I lock the cabinet.
I hear the click.
I give the wood a feeble kick.
I lock the cabinet,
throw away the key.
No more knife.
Now I'm free.

I'M NOT FREAKING EMOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! (though this poem may suggest otherwise :D)

one cut, two cuts, three, then four.
One more cut, then no more.
Five cuts, six cuts, seven cuts, eight.
watch the blood reveal my fate.
One more cut and then no more.
I hear the knife drop to the floor.
Watch the blood reveal my fate,
watch it drip away my hate.
I hear the knife drop to the floor,
shattering my dreams and more.
Watch it drip away my hate,
and pray to God it's not too late.
Shattering my dreams and more,
one cut, two cuts, three, then four.
Knowing now that it's too late,
five cuts, six cuts, seven cuts, eight...