Juggling Death in My Hands

The darkness slowly starts to take over my heart and soul as you fade out of my life.
I juggle the knife across my arms trying to make the pain go away.
The crying seems to never end.
My dying heart never comes to a complete stop.
Oh how many nights I prayed for it to, so many nights and days.
I thought over the ways to try and make you stay.
Never did I come up with the answer that could answer my thoughts.
As I juggle the knife across my arms one final time, I let out one last scream of hate.
The cold hail reigns down on my dead body as the light fades from my eyes.
The knife did its damage that will never be undone.
Let me rest in my final grave.
Let my pain put me in my everlasting sleep.
I hated this world and all that is inside.
The knife next to my corpse took all my pain away.
I couldn't make you stay, so I had to go away.
As the darkness takes completely over me, I now know I was never meant to be.