I am bad with titles.

This blade is burning through the thickest layers of my skin  
And as my blood bursts out I feel relieved of my sin  
And as the razors edge slices through these lies I speak  
I lose all feeling and drain my numbness in the sink  
The red river flows from my wrists like a bat from hell  
Emptying the pain trapped inside this hollow shell  
My body breathes but my lungs collapsed long ago  
My heart stopped beating but it seems my blood still flows  
I look upon this canvas and all I see is art  
Strokes with a razor and paint from my heart  
So many scars all with stories to tell  
So much pain from this life I call hell