The knife

The knife, my friend, how i loath for you.your cut so deep, yet your so relaxing.ever since he left me, your my last friend.
has i see the blood run down my body i smile the thought that I'll soon die and when i here a knock on my door and sigh.
i hide the blood stained blade under my pillow and smile a fake smile as i see the willow.
she asks if I'm o.k. i reply yes.
she closes the door and i take out the knife, i call my friends and family and say goodbye without explanation, i have no life everything was taken.
i wrote a note in red saying you'll all be alright i slice my throat and with my last breath i say thanks for your service my little red knife