The Knife Has Won

by Amanda Smith   May 13, 2005


When no one understood me
I always came to you
But then I became too much
There was nothing you could do
I tried to defend myself
There's always another reason
You really tried to help
You did all that you ever could
But if your hand extended more
Maybe if you understood...
Leaving is my doorway out
My only way to fit in
Cutting with this knife
Helps me deep within
The idea you'll never grasp
It's just too vein and deep.
You always said be yourself
But you are only others
"Just be happy,
Don't be a bother"
That's all I'll ever hear
While you try to understand,
I will gasp for my last air.
Listen to your own words--
I do this for myself
I do not wish to be like them
I wish to be nothing more than myself.
You take the doorway as a sign
That challenges I can not defeat
That every little thing I do
Is me just trying to belong.
Dark secrets and scars
Hold no place in society
The only place for me to be
Is in a cemetery.
The more the days pass
The less you understand
The only friend I have
I now cherish in my hand.
I'm running out of reasons
To even continue on
A phase that will pass
Is scarred upon my arm.
Why try and get help
When this is all I feel?
Every mark on me holds a story
From the pain I felt and feel
The pain I feel is overwhelming
The scars present that it is real.
The time is uncertain
A friendship torn apart
Blood across the floor
No one thought it'd come to this
The thoughts they all ignored
No one understood
As they stared at the blood.
Soaking in failure,
Agony and defeat.
Every action sunk in,
Every thought went too deep
This time the knife has won
Consumed by its defeat.

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