Cutting away

Is it almost morning, when will this night end*
I try to find, in a knife, someone to call a friend*
An empty house, and empty bed*
Blood on the kitchen floor*
Curl under covers and beg the pain for more*
Heart so heavy it's ready to fall*
Something cannot resist*
To make me ache for another and slice and free my wrist*
A single cut can take away what nothing can better*
Leave it on the table, written in a letter*
Instead I hide it under my clothes where it cannot escape*
no one knows, and by the time they do, it'll be too late.
doesn't matter to me if i go forever*
it's just another day*
where I wait to spend the night cutting my pain away*