Sharp Little Knife

I cried myself to sleep last night,
rocked myself so it would be alright.

I tried so hard to make you stay,
but in the end you went away.

I was begging and pleading,
now my heart and body is bleeding.

I thought the razor would make it better.
I'll write my life away in this love letter.

Now the blood continues to flow
from my incomplete soul.

Time can't heal this terrible pain,
so I think about cutting again.

I think of all the blood and scars,
and the love that was once ours.

I just don't care about the pain of the flesh,
when the pain you gave me is so fresh.

You have to know your all I need,
but I feel so much better after I bleed.

This is the last you'll hear from me, that I swear.
You'll find love like mine is very rare.

Now don't feel bad, just live your life,
and look past this girl with her sharp little knife.

***I do not actually cut but I find myself seriously considering it sometimes...sometimes I feel like it would be easier to focus on physical pain rather than emotional.
I'm not sure what to call this one...suggestions?