The knife and alchol

This knife in my hand
I told the little knife how i felt
I cry-ed and held it close
I told it to stay with me tonight
As i cut a line appeared
It started to bleed
I has happy
I was really pleased
I made designs
I carved in little words to help me
I drew a pictures of me and you
I put it down
I took another sip of alcohol
I felt wonderful
I haven't felt this way in while
I can describe how good i felt

Then an hour passed
Then 2 more
All of the sudden i felt alot of guilt
I thought
Wait i never felt that
Its like i took steps back
I'm upset about what i did
I made a mistake
I just needed a little help tonight
I was tired of trying
I needed a break
I want to feel good
I just wanted what i cant have
Now as i sit here
I can feel the alcohol
I can feel the cuts
I feel really bad
Worse then i ever did
Tomorrow would be a good day
I will try really hard
I don't want to go back to this
I just need to try much harder
It will be OK