The Blade of my future

I hold the blade to my future in my hand,
I can see the hour glass with sliding sand.

Time is so precious but the pain is too deep,
My hearts been crushed so I cant feel the wounds weep.

I handed him my heart gently in his palm,
An now here I am with a blade to my arm.

He took my love and threw it away,
Now i don't want to live another day.

People will say Im selfish for taking my own life,
But I cant help but feel my heart stabbed with a knife.

Some people are strong are can get over the ache,
But I believed in a love which I now know was fake.

As I sit and tell my self this is the door to the way out,
This is the only thing on my mind, I dont have a doubt.

I hold the blade to my future in my hand,
I can no more see hour glass with no more sliding sand.