Like my words
It trickles down
It is not always clear
Why that this knife that does so little does so much
That one can both cause pain
But at the same time release from with in
Shinny and silver
Bloody and such a good killer
This knife I hold
Could end it all
But yet I see
Iâ??m to scared
To end this pathetic life
To get rid of me
Everyoneâ??s grief
So I turn to him
And wish he could do away
With me everyoneâ??s grief
But just like every time
He is not real
For if he was
I would be dead
To scared to do with me myself
To scared of death
Which I long for long and hard
