Holding my breath

Holding my breath
a pain in my chest
the blade on my skin
my life is growing dim
I've changed into something that I don't like
I feel like such a Dyke
I've sold my body and my soul
I feel so incredibly sad and low
I'm dead on the inside not out
I don't know what my pain is about
I continue to move while I have no life
the only times I remember are the ones with the knife
I have no soul its all gone away
I hope I die soon someday

** note **
sorry this poem stinks... I know it does, I'm half asleep, and I just feel like writing, so say whatever you want because I know its not good anyway