Reminiscence

I tried to bleed, 
but nothing seems to be coming out 
Ineed to feed, 
in order for my blood to make its route 
Down my veins, 
over my wrists into my clenched fists 
Ifeel the pain, 
but it all feels the same when 
it begins to surface that the blade i use 
is really what uses me 
At first it was nurturing, 
but then it stabbed me in the back before i could see 
that the fatal mistake i made 
was making a bond with such a poignant blade 
Now my veins deprecate the way i use my blade 
the cuts must me deeper now in order for there to be change 
i'm dangling by the very rope of my pain 
until death comes to claim my remains