I wait for all those people to see(cutting my wrists)

Blood on my sleeves
blood on my blade
pain subsides
i cut to evade
the hurt,the pain,the daily torture
are the causes
of my nightly ritual
on my skin,the blade never pauses
it takes me away
to the only place that makes me feel like i have feelings
there i have met the devil
with him i have made so many dealings
i sold him my soul
i sold him my heart
i sold him my body
but he taught me how to make art
he taught me how to cut my wrists
the best way
just so i could come back
here to stay
see i want to die
lots and lots
but i want to show those who hurt me first,why i killed myself
its worth all the shots
so i cut myself
while i wait
for all those people to see
how they chose my fate