The knife

by Muffin   Oct 5, 2007


Blood drop
on the floor
as the knife falls
and I ask myself

is this worth losing my friend
and the ones I love
they ask me to stop
but i cant

because of all the pain i have
it helps me get throught the day
i cant stop
and they don't understand

the knife hits the floor
i pick up and cut
myself again
tell the day i die

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