Razorblade

I'm left here in the corner to sit and cry
But right now all I wanna do is die.
I look at my hands, they are covered in the blood
That is pouring from my wrists like a never-ending flood.
I pick up my blade and cut deep
Because of the promises you never keep.
You have left me broken and alone
Your heart was cold and made of stone.
Is there a way to mend this broken heart
That has just been ripped apart?
The only comfort that I find
And the only way to get the pain off my mind
Is to sharpen my blade and pierce my skin
Until the bleeding begins.
My razorblade is my closest friend
And one day, it will bring my life to an end.