A Cutter's Love

I hear you calling me again.  
In your horrid voice that crawls beneath my skin.  
   
I feel your touch, it's still cold and sharp as ever.  
When you caressed my wrist to try and set me free.  
   
But, the last time we met you left me in a mess.  
So, why are you here now; to finish the rest.  
   
Now you want me to come back, to do more damage.  
Although the sight of you, I can no longer stand it.  
   
Yes, I did love you once; even spilled blood for you.  
But, that was then and those days are through.  
   
I can still hear you calling me.  
But, please just let me be.