Where i end

 
I'm done,
i'm long gone,

So should i hold on?
But still i can't carry on,

But i do apprehend,
That everything has a end,

So i cut deep in silence,
in the end its just violence,
to my own skin,
to my own kin,

cutting into myself deeper,
i'm my own reaper,

when i hold the blade,
then i won't evade,