Its all over

Take me away. Far away. Leave me to die.
I cant go on. No. I will never go on. No!
I lied. Cut. Bleed. Screamed. Cried. For no one.
My weakness are showing. I'm pissed. A bitch.
I want them to die. Vanish. Dissapear forever. Now.
Never speak of them. Never.
They make me want to scream. Cut. Cry. Lie. Bleed. For everyone to see.
I miss the feeling. Cold. Strong. Burning. Pain.
I want my blade. Silver. Strong.
I miss the way it shined it the light. I miss the fineness of its marks.
They make me want to run away. Never show my face again. Leave. Dissapear. Vanish.
It seems like my mind is always racing.
The blade is breaking skin.
I have to give in. No. Yes. No. Wait?
I'm on the edge. Its all over for me. Done.
No one can save me from myself.
I still wonder why. Why. Why do people lie. Why?