What will I do?

When I'm in your arms,
I feel safe.
Safe from the blackened hell I live in.
Your arms wrapped tightly around me,
Are my barrier fighting away my fears and harms,
You have saved me,
Not only from myself but from
the world taking me down with it,
Your arms have saved me yes,
But nothing can stop the pain I have inside,
Pain hatred, and confusion,
These arms will soon leave me I know,
What will I do?
I am unsure but I know,
My dark blood will run from my veins again,
Slowly down my skin to stain the carpet,
As it did before you came into my life,
But maybe this will be the last stain,
Of my life,
This might be the last breath I take,
As I jump, that one last time,
This is what I will do,
If you walk out of my life.