I need it, let me have it

Tie me up
let me focus on my sour luck
born in a home to be a slave

I'm being constantly torn
being beaten down by the knave
mental discomfort driving me
I need it, Please just let me get it
The blade looks so sweet

I need to burn
Maybe then they will learn
I'm not a renewable resource
I'm not made of rubber
I need it, please just let me get it
The blade is so shiny and neat

I need some comfort
I need the company
sorrow blinds me
words come without defect
they fire me blindly,
It doesn't have the same effect
I need it, please just let me get it
The blade makes my life complete

NO, this is the one year for me
I need to stop trying to be the martyr
I will be me
Then they will see
I'm stronger than they know
I'm going to go
I need to think right
Save for this eternal fight

I needed it, please take it away
The blade is a sorry complaint.