Knives </3

Knives in my back.

Knives in my chest.

I don't know how.

I'm still alive.

Still breathing.

Still suffocating.

The wounds keep bleeding.

And burning.

They won't stop.

The pain and depression.

Keep going on and on.

A cycle of misery.

That never stops.

More and more knives.

Piercing my skin.

Knives, painful knives.