Bleeding

Bleeding is a habbit that I cannot control. My heart feels like one big black hole. My life is like a living hell. So with my knife I seem to dwell. Bleeding relieves the pain, fear, and sadness. It seems to take away all the madness. Bleeding helps me cope. With this life I no longer hope. I know nothing good will come. I feel really really numb. But it's a habbit that seems to help me, so why won't these people let me be? I'm not insane, I just have nothing to gain. Without this knife I'm nothing, so why can't you stop fussing? No matter how hard you try, this knife is going to make me die. I won't stop after everything you say, cause I don't wanna live another day. So leave me alone just let me be, why can't you understand that I'm me.