A slice of the knife shows the mystery

Colors so bright fade in the light
in which I see everybody
these things don’t make sense, there seems to be a fence
between me and the world, my brow is furled
trying to see what they all tell me
about how life is great, to stand up straight
hold your head proud, stand up to the crowd
that I will have a great life if I undergo the strife
yet I don’t feel its true, that the world is so cruel
so I stare at the ground, while on my face is a frown
while a trace my steps back to where there is a lack
of memory from that day back in May
when I decided to end my life with a cut of a knife
but you walked downstairs proved that you do care
so I hid the escape while u decided to rape
the hope away and leave me to stay
in this hole in the ground that smothers around
I wont sit and pout, I know a way out
I will slit my throat and blood will rush out
it will rise up like a sea letting me free
of the pain that locks me up like a chain
this knife I hold beside me, is my way of letting me flee
now here comes the mystery, that we all wish to see.