Trapped

When i pick up the blade
suicide thoughts rush to my head
theres nothing else that matters
i am seeing red..

i lower the blade
place it to my skin
ready to commit
yet another foolish sin

i try to fight the urges
i know that it is wrong
but no matter what i try
i never am that strong

so once again i slice it
slice it through my skin
watch the blood come running down
but keep my secrets deep within

i have become a prisoner
a prisoner of the blade
wanting to destroy myself
wanting my life to fade

so my routine continues
day by day by day
while i just continue hoping
that this pain will go away..