The Blade In My Hand...

I've tried to stop, tried to pull away
Every moment, every day
But I keep coming back
Cutting my arm with a blade that
I can never escape from

Most don't understand
Why I press the blade to my hand
I'll say it one time,
It makes me almost fine
Until my emotion takes over again

Deeper the knife goes
I know my blood count is getting low
But I can't stop now
For I will not allow
My pain to overcome my urge

I begin to lose my sight
For all my strength, all my might
I see now, though my eyes are gone
That I was weak, weak all along
I say goodbye to the world now...

* This is dedicated to my sister, a cutter no more...