What The Knife Does To Me

I get home from school and slam the door
I scream "I can't take this anymore"
People point and stare
And I pretend I don't care
I know people are seeing the scars on my wrist
But now I'm starting to thing if I go will I be missed?
I know people see but they act like they don't
Maybe they're waiting for me to tell them but I wont
It was the worst day at school and on top my life
I'm crying hysterically and my first thought was the knife
This time I run to my room and turn the lock
I calm down see the blade and begin to walk
I pick it up slowly but not hesitant on what I'm gonna do
Thinking how I wish my life was through
I stare at the knife then quickly make a mark
Its starting to burn so I close my eyes to see all dark
I open them up and look down to the runny red
I hate my life if only I was dead
I hold a tissue on it to help it stop
I'm feeling so much better so the knife I quickly drop
My day just seemed to get a little better
The storm in my life became clearer weather
It helps numb my pain and helps get on with the day
Its like I'm changing everything in my perspective way
So do you now see what the knife does to me?
It helps me ecscape reality

*not the best...but please comment and vote ill return the favor*