My story told.....

Let me show you a story,
the story of my life.
It's not one of joy and love,
but one of pain and strife.
Its not written on paper,
or with ink you see.
Instead its written on my flesh,
inside every scar you see.
Each one tells the story true,
for my skin, it cannot lie.
And each tale it seems to tell,
is of a time i wished to die.
A time at which the end was near,
when the future was not so clear.
A time at which i was dead,
despite being alive and here.
Its seemed every time a cut was made,
the void,
it would go dark.
All because a razor blade,
had skillfully hit its mark.
But the blade is not that skilled you see,
for it has failed to take my life.
Still, it did leave behind a story to tell,
caused by the edge of a knife.