The Knife

I have my many lasts
As I sit her on the bed
My last poem, my last tear
My last hope to be dead

I'm just doing this world a favor
Just getting rid of an ugly face
I am nothing to this entire world
Except another disgrace

The day and time I was born
Was my very first mistake
I'll kill myself with my dear knife
And cut me as if I were cake

Someone help me please
I'm running short of breath
Soon I'll take my last one
And take pride in my death

So I take this beautiful knife
And I put it to my skin
In this crazy messed up world
There is just no way to win

Stream number one flows from my arm
How beautiful this blood can be
Just taking care of my pain
As I begin scar number three

The first one was for my family
The people that pretend to care
The second one is for my 'friends'
Who made my life a nightmare

This third one is for someone that I hate
Who I have to deal with each day
And when I look into the mirror,
I can tell she's not okay

I have a special reservation tonight
Preserved by this wonderful knife
I saved a perfect spot to put this scar
The one that will take my life

This is it, my time to shine
The time for my life to take an end
I'm sorry, knife, but I have to go
You were indeed,my very best friend