I creep into the kitchen
and i pull out this knife
i slowly stroke the blade
that will soon end my life
i think about my friends
i think about my family
i think about my life
this is how it has to be
all those people didn't listen
i don't even think they cared
they brought me here now
my pain they did not share
all i wanted was one person
just one person to talk to
maybe it would've been better
my life wouldn't have been my doom
i'm standing here in the kitchen
the knife has fallen far from me
my mind is racing with little thoughts
thoughts of distant memories
why am i still here?
why can't i do this?
is this a sign from God?
my life i should not miss?
that maybe i'll have friends one day
who really understand
that i should not throw my life away
instead leave it in God's Hands?
that maybe my parents will understand
the pain i endure in my life
and will sit down with me and tell me
everything is alright?
that maybe i need to wait
for something coming in my life
and when it comes it will be better
that it will set things right?
that maybe i shouldn't end my life
because of the grief that i will cause
and everyone i left behind
to mourn over this loss?
so do i end it here?
or do i live my life?
what am i supposed to do
with the blade of this knife?
