The Blade

I sit in the corner holding the blade to my wrist,
I push down and drag the blade looking nice and crisp.
All the things that got to my head,
Will all now be put to an end.
This is the kind of thing I do to relieve stress,
It's hurting you and hurting me so much less.
Yes I am the one who drew blood,
But your the one wasting your time putting up the fuss.
I fold my fingers up into a fist,
And just watch as the blood drips from my wrist.
Your worried about me now,
But you didn't worry when you were putting me down.
The heartbreaks, the stress, the fights, and the pain,
Just leaves that blade two inches from my vein.
Do you remember what you said that night?
You told me you apologize.
You said you cared,
But you always stared.
At the things I did wrong,
I would just like it if you left me alone