Poem about me grabbin the knife

I talk to you again
my fingers tremble with fear.
i think of you and then
it sends a flood of tears.

all those nights we stayed up talkin
even fell asleep on the phone
now i spend my nights walkin
down the street, late at night, all alone

my knees shake while i walk
my heart melts to the floor
my mouth goes dry when i talk
so i try to run for the door

i want to get out
i want to leave behind my life
so i made this poem about
me grabbin the knife.