No longer my God

My knife is no longer my God.
I don't need it to survive.
Its not my friggen life!
I wont answer its calls to self harm.
I will no longer watch blood trickle down my arm just to be happy.
I will look at things in a different way.
I will get a little better every day.
I will be strong and finish this fight with victory.
Depression no longer has a hold of me.