The blade

My hand itches,
To pull it across,
My bare wrist.
My eyes burn,
To see that blood,
Trickle out.
My nerves scream,
To feel that pain,
From my splitting skin.

It was once my best friend,
The one I went to,
When things went bad.
It was my quick fix,
The one that could take it all away,
Like it was nothing.

My hand itches,
To pull it across,
My bare wrist.
My eyes burn,
To see that blood,
Trickle out.
My nerves scream,
To feel that pain,
From my splitting skin.

It was my savior,
The one who could shield me,
From all the bad.
It was the one I could count on,
The one I knew,
Would always be there.

My hand itches,
To pull it across,
My bare wrist.
My eyes burn,
To see that blood,
Trickle out.
My nerves scream,
To feel that pain,
From my splitting skin.

It was my heaven,
It was my hell,
But I swore never again.
So why....
Why, oh, why...
Do I want to again?