My pain and my knife

by XxTeArSxX17   Jul 22, 2005


MY PAIN AND MY KNIFE

i guess I come to love it I guess
this is my fate, I am going to feel
this way till my last day pain is my
strength pain is my weakness it kill
me in side and gives me the will to
live at the same time. It tells me to
move on and it says that I cant never
heal it gives my knife more and more
life it cut me good it cuts me right it
don’t hurt it feels just right, but the
scares I hate to see night after night,
I have to hide them for everyone would
say this I know they say girl you need
some help girl you cant be doing this
but if you care then where were you
when my knife was always there. you
won’t around you didn’t care when
my knife picked me up when I was
down, I have grown to love I even
smile at the sight of it I love my
pain I love my knife. What more
can I say it give me happiness
and causes me strife

~Ashleigh~

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  • 19 years ago

    by ElegantlyWasted

    This is a deeply expressed poem. And describes the contradictions of a knife, "it gives me happiness
    and causes me strife". You said it perfectly. I hope you are okay, take care and keep well.

    Love Muchly,
    - Kals.