My life

With painful nights
and dreary days
I suffer more and more

I grasp the blade
my only friend
I make a little score

The pain is sweet
the blood runs out
I feel so good inside

They all say stop
but I say go
as I strip away my pride

You know your life is coming short
if you cut too deep
But if the blade is your best friend
the blood runs to your feet

As I hold this blade
and make another score
the crimson blood rushes out
and drops upon the floor

It's too late now
to clean this mess
now I have to hide

The blood soaked towels
held to my wrists
will not give back my life.