I Don't Know

I don't know
Maybe I just want it to end
Only one thing has meaning anymore to me
And I know I will lose her, no matter how hard I hold on
What if I decide to let go, and fade away
Will anything change or will it remain its usual state of obscurity
I'm replaceable, disposable, outside of that I am nothing
The black exiting my wrists is nothing short of my cry
I know i need to stop doing that, but one more cut won't hurt
Or will it?
I can't believe that I've became this eroded
Can anything pull me out of this?
I dont know, doubt it
Can anyone see the fear and hurt in my eyes thats covered by hair
I know this one, she can