Still in Control?

Blades convoke my screaming soul,
attempting to give me home to seal the hole,
the constant bleeding,
the velvet tears,
are all provided,
to help and clear,

the unforgotten lies,
the endless cries,
clinging to the misery,
defeating me rapidly,

I'm consumed in a battle,
between reality and myself,
and no matter how hard i fight,
the sadness controls itself,

but as long as i have this blade at my side,
i will continue to battle this toxic strife,
and all will be healed,
by a slit with the knife.