Blood On The Blade

Broken heart and a broken soul
Now I have no self control
Cutting away to ease the pain
But no matter how deep, it remains the same
Curled up in a ball on the bathroom floor
So much blood comes out but I still want more
Cutting deeper and deeper to find that release
No matter how may drugs I take
The depression will never cease

Lying to fit in never works out in the end
I'm not goth or emo and this cutting isn't a trend
Cause who needs friends
When you have that blade
That takes your troubles and tribulations away
That one quick slash
Makes me forget
This cruel world with all it's fear and regrets
This precious blade will always be here
Unlike fake friends who abandon you when trouble is near