Knife in Hand, But No Blood (Inheritance Series Poem 2)

Well well well
Here we are again
Same old poem
Different pen
You know why I'm here
I know why your here too
I know what your thinking
And what you're going to do

Please cut the cra p
Put down the knife
The poem just started
Can't begin with lost life

Hello, my friend Adam
How many advil did you take?
Do you not feel better
When your knees begin to shake

You wouldn't want to leave a mess
So pills are the way to go
It's been 1 year since Amy killed herself
But I'm sure that's something you already know

Did you know why Amy did it?
Bit the bullet, so to speak
It was because of all your words
That overflowed until they leaked

But I know that you're not single
You haven't been all year
You gave Katie hints didn't you
Whispered goodbye my dear

Now try to stop the room from spinning
Now your lungs begin to burn
You've passed the pain to your dear Katie
Now the inheritance is hers

Katie found you on the kitchen floor
Knife in hand but no blood
It was her's and your's 5 months
She brought you a card that said love

She thought that you were joking
She thought it was her fault and cried sorry
But Adam, boy, you are dead
And that's a different story

"and I give myself three days to feel better,
or else I swear I'll drive right off a f!!king cliff,
cause if I can't learn to make myself feel better,
how can I expect anyone else to give a sh*t?"

~Bright Eyes