Blades of Shame

I am reaching for a blade that can cut away my pain.
I looking for the aid that can help me be more sane.

I'm waiting for someone to drown away these tears.
I am now counting down the days that eventually turn to years.

The blood from this sorrow has made it's marks of shame.
It plays with me every second as if it were a game.

I would take the blade in hand and start to cut away.
Each and every slice it makes, the pain slowly fades each day.

A relief sighs outward as I watch the blood shed.
Im waiting for the very last drop so i am finally dead.

I am reaching for a blade that can tare away my wrists.
I am waiting for somone to come and fix the rips.

These gaps of sorrow and sadness with fate.
I mark the blades of blood and flesh with my experation date.

Second after second i am revealing such pain, but all is slowly ending as I drain the last vein.