My last resort

I'm all alone in this world,
With nothing but this blade,
And nothing but the deep cuts,
That the steel has made.

Blood slowly dripping down my arm,
All I want to do is die,
But these people say they can't loose me,
So I just sit and cry.

But not just tears born in my eyes,
No they started in my heart,
They flowed through my veins into my wrist,
And down my arm did start.

As I make the first cut,
This pain's not covered up,
But emotionally I feel it less,
As I make the 5th cut.

Number 6 and here it comes,
Directly on the vein,
And now my problems disappear,
'Cause now I feel physical pain.

I laugh and think that,
I can't cry any tears,
Laughter echos through my head,
I've escaped all of my fears.

Sweet blood escapes my flesh,
As I strike my skin,
I can smell the lovely smell it has,
Of the blood that runs through my veins within.

Just 3 more and,
I'll have made a bracelet of scars,
And I'll have lost so much life,
I'll even return to the stars.