My Shiny Little Piece of Metal

I slowly reach towards
My little glimmer of hope
Light hits the metal
Shining blinding light

Why not?
Nothing else can help me
Maybe if someone
Would listen for a change
Then - maybe - things could be different

The sky's eyes
Threaten tears
Once they start,
It's almost impossible to stop

I roll up my sleve
Exposing my perfect, clear skin
When i reach for my glimmer of hope,
I feel it can all go away

Cold metal clashes
With the warmth of my skin,
Then there's the heat
Of the red paint
Spilling on a pure white canvas

Red tears leak
from the mark the metal made
I feel relief, not pain
This is who i am
A sad, damaged soul

Would you please
Pray for the souls
Who find relief
Within the blade?