You let me

Blood drips from my artiries in a pathetic pool of sympathy.
The courage seeping out of me.
This wound won't scab, it won't scar, it won't burn, it will sear.
Sear the flesh around it in a red ring of bruises and cuts.
I watch it pool beside me, an overwhelming numbness consumes me.
your the one that gave me the blade and let me.
And there u sit right next to me sobbing.
When they get here, u'll blame it on me
But deep inside the guilt will tear you apart and then everyone will see.
What u made me.