Question

Instead of cutting
I sit here now,
Although I should have packed my razor.
Two cuts last night,
Going deeper and deeper
Every time I get the chance.
Drew more blood,
Didn't stop bleeding
For quite a long time
Until I just gave up.
And somehow it makes me feel better
To feel all that pain,
To know that I can finally win this game.
And I started to cry,
'Cause I just want to die,
But I know that this is destined to be.
Cutting deeper each time,
Cutting so far into me,
On that tiny red line.
And the cut is still red,
And I still want to die,
But what can I do?
I have to stay here for you.
Although what have you done for me?
You ignored me, just let my pain be.