Single blade

I grab my single blade,
And take it to my wrist,
I can't seem to bleed enough,
I tightly squeeze my fist,

Then comes my favorite part,
I just pass out and fall,
I just lay there for hours,
With no pain at all,

I get up in the morning,
Put on a long-sleeved shirt,
Hide my single blade,
And try not to get hurt,

I tell myself the day,
Isn't going to be the same,
But as the day goes by,
I find it's only pain,

I love my single blade,
It's my single friend,
It does not speak a single word,
But helps me 'til the end.