That's it. I'm done. Tired of the fighting. The crying. The screams. The tears. But most importantly, the fears. I cry, cut ,scream. Thoughts of those who caused this to happen. Of those who force me to cover my arms. To wipe away the blood. And patch up the scars. My life, my heart and my soul. Become darker because of those, Who push me. Who shove me. And try to throw me, Over the edge.