Alone in a room

I sit alone in a room with hard cold steel pressed to my wrist.
Wondering if you would miss me
Would you even know I am gone?
What would you do if you found me alone in the room?
When you left you took everything I had with you
There is nothing left this should be easy, why am I scared?
Why do I stop myself?
Maybe I still hold on to hope that you will return
That one day all my suffering will end and I will feel happiness again
For now I will just shut the door and remain alone in the room.