That good old blade

I sit holding my knees
crying my eyes out wishing
you would just listen to me but then
you just walked out that door and
said you wanted it to be over
desperate to heal the pain you caused
i found a blade, prayed to good it wouldn't
have to be this way and then press it against
my arm and watched the blood poor.
The next day you come to me and say you
want her and want me outta your life
so that night i grabbed my pillow tight
prayed to god that he would get me through this
and grabbed that good old blade again.
Next day i put on a jacket and went to school
seeing his face made everything harder he was so
happy without me then people saw my arm concerned
of what i have done but all i could say was there just stories to tell that ill never forget.
So that good old blade reaches my hand once more but this time i pray to god that he will take my life and bring me to heaven and then one slice and i fell to the ground and that blade fell out of my hand and onto the ground now my life has gone and i dont have anymore pain
that good old blade...........