My Knife

The knife is my friend

It holds the key

It keeps me together

It makes me ME

Take one quick pull across my skin

It makes me feel

The bleeding just begins

And my head starts to spin

Sometimes this world can seem so cold

So i turn to the knife to not feel alone

Someday i'll break down and get down to the bone

I'll pray for forgivness and hope to never awake

Cuz if i do i'll feel like such a fake

I'll think back to all the mistakes i've made and will make

With all that thinking i wonder how much time it will take

Some people might say what i do is wrong

Some might think that's a good inspiration for a song

And all that while i'll be waiting for so long

Maybe someday you'll come along

With all this time i have to waste i'll use it to try to put a fake smile on my face

And try to keep up with this fast pace

Maybe someday i'll just disappear without a trace

Someday i won't have to run the race

The mind of a cutter works slower than most

It slower to react because of all the acing pain

and the urge to pull out the knife and carve away

Some may say come what may

But i say WHAT THE HAY!!!!!!

believe it or not but i'm not a complette idiot

i know when to stop and when to begin

i know the difference between a razor blade and a knife

i know that you don't know what i'm going thru

*plzplzplz give me some feedback i'm getting into one of those writeing freezing things again...lol.*