All For You

I'll take this knife,
And cut into my arm,
And take my own life.
You don't understand,
How i am feeling,
When you take my hand.
The harder you pull, the deeper I'll cut.

I'll watch the blood flow,
As it moves down my arms,
I'll sit and watch as it goes.
I take the knife,
and cut deeper,
And I'll take my life.
The pain i feel,
It means so much more,
Because I did it all for you.

Don't you feel so pleased,
Knowing i did this all for you?
Now I'm down on my knees,
So, I'll take this knife,
And stab it through.
And as i take my life,
Just remember: I did this all for you.

I needed to express how I was feeling, so I wrote this poem. I was very depressed, and i needed to let some of it out.

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Serenia