The knife looks so comforting
Laying there by my side
I want to reach out to it
All my emotions I hide
Every things so wrong
No one to care
No one to trust
No one is there
No one gives a shit
About me or my life
My only hope
Is to go to the knife
But I promised myself
I wouldn't
I would never do that again
I couldn't
I won't go to the knife
Just because I'm going through shit
My life isn't over
And I'm not through with it
Although I may be depressed
And I may cry and cry
I will not give up
At least, I'll try...
