Limitations

The significantly missed drop of blood moving down my body, the only thing keeping my sanity. Lies untold and then found out, surely you know what you've done to me? The razor cuts through the unremarkable-regenerating skin cells and tests my self trust.
I'm begging to go deeper, just breach the major vein, but I am too afraid of what will be lost. There will be no more life where I go, nor any death, but would it be worth it? I would sell my soul just for any answer to satisfy the woes. I would give even more to have the satisfaction and endearment to live, the lust for life I so eagerly missed.
It was time to put down the razor now, as I forgave myself and thanked the Lord for limitations.
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I know.. I know..
All my poems are murderous in some way, but don't worry, that'll change.. I'm going to upload some nice ones now :P