Begging at your mercy

In the rain I stand,
clear blue knife in hand.
I know the rain will wash away
the blood red tears and harsh cold pain

This time though I cannot stop
I feel the heavy blade drop
As I fall to my knees
begging god please:

Take away this fear of knowing
Laugh away my hurting
Cure the scars left on my arm
find some one who can stop the harm

For all my angels have left me.
Here to beg at your mercy.