I cant think
I cant do anything
I watch stuff going on around me
It doesn't seem real
Its all a blur
This knife looks like the only thing i can talk to rite now
As I'm trying not to cut
I cant talk
The knife is calling me
It tells me I'm OK
It want to listen to me
It wants to help me
But why am i trying not to cut?
I feel different
I feel alone rite now
I feel lost
I feel like i want to be found
But then again this knife is looking like it will help
As i cut i start to see clearly
It starts to become a new secret
It lets out my sacredness
I don't feel so alone
It really understands me
I notice i start to talk
Like everything I'm holding in starts to come out
I don't realize I'm talking to a knife
I gave it a hug
I put it into my pocket
I will take it with me tonight
Now i know its my best friend...
