Shiney Knife

Pen and paper, my only tools,
To keep the pain at bay,
I wrote my deepest, darkest feelings,
On that paper everyday,

It didn't take long for the pen,
To finally run out of ink,
So I searched and looked all over,
My new tool I found in the sink,

A shiney knife, so long and thin,
But very sharp to the touch,
Finally destroying all my pain,
I've longed for this so much,

Now I've started, I just can't quit,
This knife I'll never drop,
My life is getting out of control,
But I know I just can't stop,

Now my blood is what I use,
Since my ink pen has run out,
Releasing all my feelings of pain,
Lost love, sadness, and doubt,

Each day I feel more confident,
But more blood is still being shed,
As long as I am feeling this way,
I keep cutting till I'm dead,

I know I'm wrong, and I should stop,
But you just don't know the pain,
Since I've started doing this,
I've finally forgot her name,

Now she's gone from my memory,
And it only cost my life,
I owe it to that special tool,
That long and shiney knife