Today I look down at my knife,
Wondering if I should take my life.
Will I live to see the day of tomorrow?
If I die I will have no more sorrow.
I look over to you,
You plead me to do what I know I have to do.
But I’ve made up my mind,
I don’t care if you don’t think I’m not being kind.
I need to do things on my own,
Let me die leave me alone.
Then I hear words unfamiliar, “please don’t go, I love you dear”,
My eyes slowly tear up, this was my fear.
I shouldn’t have called you,
How can I do this when I think I love you too.
I drop the knife, what to say,
To keep to myself I feel the same way.
So quickly it happened I didn’t understand,
You took my knife you took command.
You saved my life and helped me out,
You taught me love and did not shout.
We are in love and have let go,
Of the secrets I no longer have to show.
