My addiction is the one thing thats killing me

As the blade slides down my arm
the crimson begins to fall,
and as i hold my head up high
and i know i can't stand tall.

I know it's wrong but
it feels so right,
my blood slowly stops
and my skin gets tight.

The deeper i cut
the more my veins pump,
the crimson down the drain
and my arm feels like a lump.

I try to stop but
it feels so right,
why won't they see my grip is falling
i can't hold on so tight.

The tears slowly begin
to fall down my face,
then i finally know
i have found my place.

You used to be the only
person that could make me smile,
i thought that would stay
but it was only their for a while.

Now I don't know what to do
I'm feeling so lost
and it's cause i don't
have you.