My little cutter

You lay awake some nights,
waiting for to sleep.
Never want to see,
another waking dawn.

A shiver down your spine,
and itching in your palm.
My angel can't you cry,
anything but blood?

Warm fingers clasp,
the freezing blade.
Your face is set,
your mind made up.

A choking in your throat,
a hushed up yelp of pain.
My sunshine can't you see,
just what you do to me?

Your blood runs deep,
through thin blue lines.
Your heart beats now,
but for how long?

A sense of deep salvation,
then another notion.
My rock why don't you know,
the way this makes me feel?

Your pillow is red,
dizzy is your head.
Yet still you cut,
and hit me in the gut.

A tear trickles down,
red upon your skin.
O my lonely angel,
forever your a friend