I never do

Oh I long to drag that blade.
It just sits upon my wrists,
Pleading me to,
Begging me to,
But I never do.

There's little chance it can persuade,
Me to slit,
But it wills me to,
It dares me to,
But I never do.

There's actually a little cut there,
If you look close enough,
I pressed a little too hard once.

When I'm really down, at the end of they day,
Here I will sit,
And it wishes me to,
It orders me to,
But I never do.

It's total co-incidense that you call,
Just as I get too close,
Stopping me each time.
I'm lucky.

When I hang up,
And the blade's back, safe in the drawer,
I don't think about it.

Still it whispers to me,
And beckons me,
But I never do.