Call Me Crazy

Call Me Crazy

A so called friend,

trusted with my life.

She completly turned away,

then I began to use the knife.

The knife is so sharp,

it brings me much pleasure.

This blood on the blade,

is my only treasure.

The pain,

it all goes away.

When I cut my arm,

its seems to decay.

I have a saddened heart,

and my smiles are fake.

Trusting anyone,

was my biggest mistake.

I need a razor blade,

so I can see more blood.

I need this now,

so I can stop cutting for good.

I want to cut my wrists,

and to hit a vein.

I want to cut deeper,

so it causes more pain.

I want to die,

to just end my life.

Call me crazy,

but I like the knife.

Tears go away,

Black turns to white.

I grab the blade,

tonight is the night........