I dropped the Blade...

Suicide,
if my secape...
Dont cry for me,
Ill see you again someday.

The kiss of the blade,
the spill of the blood.
It must end somehow,
I know it should.

Escape the pain,
that lies inside,
Escape my body,
releave my mind.

The bite of the blade,
from this knife.
I spill my blood,
I end my life.

Release the agony,
that lies within.
Someday, somehow,
It will end.

The blood on the blade,
is my sign.
My only escape from my pain,
is to take my life...

This pain I carry,
is too much to bear.
At the gates of the afterlife,
Ill wait for you there.

I dropped the blade,
another failed attempt.
Although my blood was spilt,
my life didnt end.

So I clean myself up,
place on a smile.
Continue my sharade,
mile by mile.

I still miss my blade,
the pain still adds.
Unless I do something,
the crave wont surpass.

But still I stay,
and I still hold on.
You cant live life,
without being strong.

I still dont continue the blade,
Since I dropped the knife.
No razor, no blood,
Somehow I live this life....