Knifes

AS I stare at the knife
I think about things
Like family and friends
And the happiness they bring
But no-matter the person
I still don't feel loved
I feel overpowered
Pushed and shoved
The knifes are my escape
From my pain and dis-pare
I just want to go to a place
Where people truly care
The cuts on my arm
Are something i hate
But i also love it
I learned to appreciate
The freedom it gives
I can cause my own pain
As the blood run downs my arm
I start to cut again