Goodnight Blade

Just thought I'd say Thank You
For always being there for me
Thanks so much for listening
When my reasons were plain to see

Oh wait! This poem is sarcastic
You've never held my hand
Never lifted me up from a fall
You could never understand..

So when I say Thank You
For all the warmth that you've provided
What I really mean to say is
Your attention was never undivided

You've never had the time for me
And to think, I thought you cared
Strage, it seems, when I open my eyes
I realize you weren't really ever there

I played the fool of a rotten game
And losing was my best bet
But what I really mean to say
It hasn't been said quite yet

My tears have fallen too many times
With not a soul that even saw
And so they burned with such pain
My tear ducts seem quite raw

Do you remember that promise you made
"Don't worry, I'll always be here"?
When did promises become irrelevant?
Oh, that's right, its been over a year

Well how could I forget that night
When I caught you in your lie
I stood by you through thick and thin
When my soul just wanted to die

I think they call that love
But what the hell, I just don't know
The only thing I remember clearly
Is when you simply let me go

But no hard feelings... ever
No, I could never hate your being
This is pathetic I must say
I can't find these true lie's meaning

So thanks for being the friend I needed
The kind that stood by my side
Sorry, my sarcasm seems to wander
It's just that my heart let go, and died

So where are these words coming from?
If they're not coming from my heart?
I guess I'd say they're from my soul
The only thing left to rip apart

Now I take this knife I love
Isn't it pretty in the beaming moon light?
With these last few fading phrases
I kiss the blade with skin, and say goodnight.

- This is very strange, and weak. But I had to get these emotions out, and I really, really, really didn't know how to say it. This is all I came up with. -