Blade of mine

I can't help but to think about the blade-
that I keep underneath my bed-
The blade that makes my feeling fade-
I can't but say sorry about the things i have said-
Of all those people who care about me-
I'm sorry that I let you down-
All I wanted was just to be free-
I know I always carry a frown-
But this little silver blade of mine-
Saves me from going insane-
Other wise I feel just fine-
This is my battle to fight-