Venting confusion

I dont want to lose you
But how can you ask
For me to let go of the only thing that keeps me here

I dont want to lose you
But above your voice
The razors taunt I can so clearly hear

I dont want to leave you
But oh, how I love my morbid game
Its called carving pictures upon dying wrists
Its a game for the insane

I dont want to leave you
Especially like this
But I dont have the strength
To stay
For my razor is already calling me to come play