You Hold The Knife Not Me

Everyday is almost the same
I tried to ask but you never came
I wait for you but only other people pass
And when you show you hurry to class
The weekend comes and I’m finally happy
Only because the week was crappy
I call for you to come over
All I want is my lover
But when you don’t show
It’s to the glass door I will go
There’s an object in there I call my friend
I’ll bring him out when I want the pain to end
I run to my room and sit on the floor
And when people call for my I only ignore
Because I’m to busy with my little knife
And every time we play its one notch off my life
With tear that you bring something else will follow
He’s red and he drips and shows how my life is hollow
With sadness comes tears with tears come pain and with pain comes blood
I love you and this is how I show it
The color red means love and blood is red
You can’t get mad at me for what I do
It’s all you’re doing if you want me to stop then
You must stop because it’s not me cutting
You’re the one holding the knife
Its all in your control so will you put
It away and make me happy?
Or will you keep giving me the knife
I love you so make the right choice