oncec again i feel the pain
my heart in two
my soul flies away
as i drown in my tears
wallowing in pain and despair
i look for help
towards the knife
ever sheathed in my grasp
nothing is left but the pain and blood
emotional distress causing me terror
hallucinations without a meaning
emotional pain so real
turning into something physical
it seems my mental pain was too much for mind
it won't matter
cause now i know nothing but pain
emotions lost to me now
wanting to give up life
in hopes of something better
once again i look towards the knife
if only a gun was nearby
but, for the fact, they are quite loud
not to mention messy
the knife becomes my friend
my only love
i look towards it
asking for help
the knife cannot hurt me
only set me free
i fear i am sadistic
perhaps even deranged
the demise of others
brings me but a short time of lightness
i fear i am lost to all in the world
i fear none can bring me back
now i say unto others like me
"look towards the knife
do not fear it
the knife is your friend
and it can do nothing
but make you happy
hence the reason
it's sheathed in my breast"
my beating heart is still
but i shall be remembered
through my poetry...
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