With my Knife

I did something bad
i used my knife
thought how great it would be
to end this d*mn life

picked it up high
placed it in my arm
pushed it down deep
fell in love with the self harm

saw the blood rush
as it trickled down
lost my balance
fell to the ground

as i lay on the floor
body, cold and pale
a tear fell down my cheek
i knew i failed

i felt useless
no reason to live
nothing left of me
not even a last breath to give

i felt so ashamed
for what i had done
wish i could just get it over with
i should have used a gun

i was too weak
couldn't stand
to get back on my feet
i did all i can

instead, i just stayed there
all alone with no life
dying slowly...
just me with my knife

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