Cold bathroom floor

I don’t know why I chose it
Something just came over me
But my finger was down my throat
With tears in my eyes, I couldn’t see

I began to ask why
Why had I chose this as an escape
I didn’t understand it
And everything was at stake

I was scared of myself
And so confused
So I grabbed a knife and pressed it down
Didn’t care what I would lose

And then I stopped
And whipped my tears
Washed the knife
And all my fears

I try not to look back
I still have that knife
As I sat on that cold floor
Haunting me as I try to live my life

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11/2/04