The blade

It lets us forget
But holds us so tight
Like a bad debt
It follows our life

Once you have started
It never ends
Until you have parted
Its not a great trend

They think its cool
But we do not
Sitting in a blood pool
Everything tied in a knot

But the pain isn't great
You just get numb
And this is your fate
It seems so dumb

We punish ourselves
Though northing's our fault
They can't see for themselves
Secrets locked in a vault

Some people care
And some do not
Not all will send a prayer
All dreams are shot

The blood streams down
Bright red and thin
Making all frown
No one wins