This knife in my hand and Death at my side

Sat here at home
with this knife in my hand
i feel so alone
with only death at my side
i fight this building urge
to carve out this pain
to release mt soul
and to keep me sane
and yet at this time
insanity it seems
is the lesser of my evils
for in this world
i am but a ghost
concealing my feelings
to give that ones who care some peace
i care not for what will become of me
so sitting here
wit this knife in my hand
i gith against deaths words in my ears
to release all control
and to leg go of my soul.