Through this ink it flows

With this pen,i release my pain,through this ink it flows.
So many seceretes held inside, this paper is the only one who knows.
This blade is pressed against my skin, paper as my only witness.
My life fades, and this is what iv'e left behind, to tell my loved ones that this is for the best, for this life i would've never survived, and through the blade i did not die, but simply began a new life.