This is what i need to stop,
Even if my pain has not,
I need to give in,
This is the one i have to win.
Up to now the battles it has always won,
Acts like my battles are just for fun,
It started with a little cry,
After that i would take my knife.
I know i should never have started,
That way i would never had just parted,
With that knife; so shiny and so sharp,
With this i should not have to part.
So to you this is my last goodbye,
And i shall give my final sigh,
Back to where you belong in that drawer,
Hopefully this time i won't be back for more.
