The Knife.

As I sit in Alone, Not a soul in sight.
I feel these Strong urges i cannot fight.

I used to feel happy- i used to "feel".
But sad emotions i cannot deal.

Lying on the floor is a lonely blade.
Tempting me slyly in a forbidden shade.

I cannot sustain, I cannot cope.
Nothing is left- not even hope.

If People cared, if Someone liked me.
A spark of hope could ignite slightly.

Here I am, here is the knife.
It's time to end my ignored life.