The Blade

I take out the blade
And I say to myself
This Is the last time
This blade will be felt

Be felt upon my wrist
Be felt upon my skin
Be felt in my fingers
Be felt creating a sin

This is the last time
I will use the blade
I just need to feel the pain
I just need to be saved

Saved from this hate
That never goes away
The blade is a gift
That is here to stay

It creates such relief
That takes away the pain
It might not last for long
But the blood keeps me sane

I need to release
What I hide inside
Its building up now
Its taken my pride

No more happy days
I'm already living in hell
Fighting back the demons
That live on what I dwell

The blade is sharp
As I take it to my skin
Pushing deep down inside
Of what is within

The blood seeps through
The blade is painted red
I'm pushing even deeper
For I want to feel pain instead

I need to feel the pain
To know that I'm still here
I need to feel the pain
While I shed all my tears

I drop the blade to the floor
To see what I've done
I now have a scar
All because I had to see the blood run

Hate runs through my veins
Determination through the blade
It always promises me pain
Its helps the hate fade

I put the blade away
For I will never know
If I'll ever need the blade again
To let my pain show.