That shelf

Please oh please
take all the pain away,
without me having to scar again
i really don't want to stray,

I'm really not self-centered
or as selfish as i feel,
these thoughts again have entered
more time i need to heal,

that self you don't remember
but it always catches your eye,
do you still see me sat there?
every time you want to cry,

the blade i now hold in my hand
i know will help me though,
do i leave another scar?
or keep the pain i know to be so cruel,

cut and bleed
with a puddle so deep,
i know i will cry
and again i will weep,

keep it all inside
keep it all to myself,
keep thinking i wanna die
keep me down and depressed,

that shelf you will now always remember
and will always catch your eye,
you always see me sat there
every time you want to cry.