My Blade

It seems like the only way
Don't try to stop me
The blade so sharp and gleaming
It hurts so much
Yet feels so good
Don't act like you understand
You have no idea
Apparently you are the one who's misunderstood
Don't try to stop me
It's not a child's game
How could it possibly be
That you feel the same
It's the only control I have in my life
Nothing like the feeling of that blade
I would have nothing without my knife
My friends have no clue
They are filled with joy, they smile and wave
What is that feeling happiness
It is good? Will it bring me up from my deep, dark, blue caress
Probably not
Sometimes I wonder though...
If it goes deep enough..
Will I finally sleep?
Not feel the pain,
Will I finally feel all the terrors of my tortured soul drain?
Go away now
I have to plan..
My departure from this evil land.....