My Sharpened Knife

by brett   Feb 17, 2005


this place thats dark and empty,
is the place i call my life,
so here is a story for you all about my sharpened knife,
my knife has never failed me when i needed it to slice,
it is always here for me to make me feel so right,
my knife makes me feel alive when i feel so low,
the beautiful blood it draws when dragging it real slow,
my knife cuts so silently in the late hours of the night, though I'm sure it heres my mind screaming in such fright,
my knife makes all my pain disappear,
when all i want is to talk and have someone here

kinda short but this is how i feel about cutting so i hope you like thanks for reading

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  • 19 years ago

    by Red Charm

    sorry i meant to write great but i got distracted by my cousin

  • 19 years ago

    by Red Charm

    gerat poem i know how you feel

  • 19 years ago

    by Fighter (Ariane L.)

    once again, i loved it. i used to feel the same way. just remember: there are other ways to make u feel better. hope everything turns out for the best and u can talk to me if ever u need someone to talk to. anyways, great poem.
    Fighter
    -xXx-

  • 19 years ago

    by Bumble-Bee-xx

    hey i feel the same way as you when i cut, you're not alone this this messed-up world

  • 19 years ago

    by ~*Kymber*

    sweety, i understand. im sorry your knife has to be there for you. im adding you to my favorites becasue i have read many of your peoms and you have sucha way with words. keep writting

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