Questions left unanswerd

The wind in my hair it's cold to the touch it keeps me away from thinking to much about the birds in the tress and if you loved me.
I tried waiting I tried breathing but all that came was hopeless grieving.
 I'm starting to feel this with my pain in with each breath death is calling my name.
 Knives are used for cutting skin and used by those who won't let others in.
Pain is my game as you came to see, no one is trusted no one but me.