It cuts me repeatedly, tears me in two.
Rips at my spirit and slices straight through.
Now I lay in pieces and know not what to do,
As my lifeblood escapes me and my skin turns to blue.

I know that you hate it but the choice has been made,
Vent your anger at me and not the sharp of the blade.
You are right to be furious and to feel betrayed,
but I just couldn’t go on with this cold life’s charade.