Lost Savior

I promised no knives,
I promised no guns,
Thank god I left loopholes,
Like razors for fun.

I sit in class,
Day after day,
Wishing my life,
Wasn't this way.

I take old safety pins and thumbtacks,
Whatever I find,
Stabbing my wrists,
Hoping its my mind.

I'm tired of all this pain.
My new feckless behavior,
The tears I shed every night,
Over my now lost savior.

Maybe when I'm dead I couldn't hurt you,
Couldn't back-stab another person,
No more lies to be spread,
I wouldn't be just wishing to be dead.

And yet... there are a few people,
Who I know still care,
It may be a little,
But that's all that keeps me here.