What a knife can do

Staring at the blade
For the first time in my life
It's a big disition
what to do with this knife

I finally decide
and put it to my wrist
push down hard
blood exists

I feel no pain
so I do it once more
create another slit
and try to end this war

Why havn't I died yet
I just want to die
The blood on my wrist
has now gone dry

I take the knife
and put it to my heart
Push in a little
Pain begins to start

I look at blood
that's dry on my wrist
I look at the knife
and give it a twist

I start to cry
I really wanna stop
I look over
and to my floor I drop

Now I'm dead
With a knife in my heart
Dry blood on my wrist
This idea was not smart

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