Blade

I haven't wanted to die in years

I thought I'd gotten stronger than my petty fears

I've been raped, abused,

Abandoned, used

I've lost my fair share

And I've sacrificed more than I've cared to lose

Because I, Brenda Jacobs, am still breathing

And I, just to piss you off, will keep beating

The odds, and keep pushing on

But lately, the pull of my blade has been strong

It sings to me, it tells me to sleep

To just bleed out the pain, to make it easy

Because who else can I hate without reciprocation?

Who else can I hurt without retaliation?

I am my own whipping boy, my own muse

The one person I can rely on to always refuse

To just take it, but I'm so tired of fighting it

How much can I handle til I start breaking shit?

Cuz I'm a second away from just flipping the blade and being done

Just doing the job that everyone wants

And doing myself the favor

That only I can give.