Cut Patterns into Your Skin

The blade is your rescue,
Hiding the pain in your skin.
The cuts show what you've been through,
Allows your soul to begin.
Oh, how i envy the blade,
Fore it's closer to your veins than I'll ever be.
Memories of the past seem to fade,
But hope is something you'll never see.
Now the moon turns into a flood,
And I gaze while your eyes fill with fright.
The last thing you see is your own blood,
As the blade kisses your skin goodnight.