What You Mean To Me.

These scars are on my arms. They only show me. That I couldnt pull through. That I made myself bleed.
You left me, that pain now I feel. Is it all just a dream, it doesnt seem real.
Now that your taken, it hurts me to say. But me without you means that I wont be okay.
I wish it was you that could heal me. I wish it was you that could make me see.
That life could be better, not all pain and strife. But that cannot happen, so I will find my comfort, within a knife.
I will take the blade and cut open my skin. I will watch myself bleed, the ultimate sin.
You have left me, no longer by my side. Though it is you, I wish to confide.
But you did love me once, a long while back. But I didnt realize, my future to black.
You've gone away, though I wish that you stayed. So I guess I will just have to turn back to the blade.
To get on with the rest of my life. And get myself through all the pain and the strife. I will find my comfort, within a knife.