Where's My Angel?

I'm standing here, drowning in tears, gripping this bloody knife,
trying to bring myself to take my screwed-up life.
No ones here to talk me out of this,
com'on, Kelsey, you've done slit your wrist.
I look at the blood dripping from me to the floor,
and I think to myself, "Why the hell am I doin' this for?"
I remember now...when things got too tough,
cutting would help me when pills just wasn't enough.
I know that doing this is wrong and that it isn't right,
but I go through this shit every god damn night.
What I need is someone to take this blade,
tell me life can be better, not to be afraid.
But no ones here and no one cares, so I give a big sigh,
and say.. "I think it's my time to say Good-bye!"