My Promise!

Reach for the blade, put it to my skin.
I'm about to do it, then a voice calls from within.
I made a promise, this time it will be kept.
I won't let it go so easily, just like all the tears I've wept.
It's harder to stop, than it ever was to start.
Lucky I have someone to help me through and heal my heart.
Longing to feel the rush, as the blood spills onto my skin.
Fighting an invisible, internal battle - which side will win?
I think of the promise I made, I won't break it like I did before.
So instead of using it, this time I'll leave it in the drawer.