Holding This Blade.

holding this blade, it shows the mess i've made.
i hurt myself, i make you cry.
my existence is just a lie.
you don't need me here.
my tears show all my fears, that i have inside me.
while not having you, i can never be free..
the blood shows all the minds i flood of thoughts of me trying.
to kill myself, to hurt myself, to show the pain i am supplying.
the hurt shows all my first mistakes, and all the problems that i make.
in the final step, i finally get to rest from all these people worrying, now they're at their best.
being gone can keep me from all the more screw-ups i would make.
having one last final fault. it could be my fate.
it can keep me from you. it can keep me away.
people don't have to worry..it's only one delay in your life.
things will be alright. no more screaming, fighting, crying, lying..just me dying.
it's just one last mistake, so let me have the blade, i'll be real quick, it's just one cut that can never be fixed.
you can see my face on your way down your life.
but just remember i was the one, that was holding that knife.
i don't want you to think of me, i don't want you to see..how i really felt about you, i just want you to be happy.