Bleeding

During the lonely nights
when the sky's turned black,
I toss and turn in my bed
until I'm lying on my back.
This is when I think
of all the times we've shared.
The things you've done to hurt me
and times I actually thought you cared.
My heart is beating painfully,
its hard to keep things straight.
I pick up the gleaming knife,
knowing that its to late.
It feels cold in my hand,
a shiver goes down my back.
I raise the knife above my heart,
hoping courage is not what I lack.
Fear is sinking in, my resolve is fleeting.
I plunge the metal through my skin,
Dying before I've stopped bleeding.