The Knife

Sometimes I feel like I just don't belong
and nothings going right and everythings going wrong
I feel like no ones on my side
Would any one even care if I died?

My world's so empty...dark and cold
My knifes the only thing I grasply hold
I don't know what to do anymore
As I tell myself there's nothing worth fighting for

Would I go to heaven, if I died?
I gently layed down the knife and deeply sighed
I may be so depressed I cannot see
But depression will not be the death of me