Why I Choose The Knife ©

People always wonder
Why I write depressing things
I just tell them cause I'm bored
But that's not the real reason.

I write about the truth
Things that go on in my life
Because everything isn't happy
This world is full of strife

Your best friend may stab you in the back,
By stealing the one you love
Your own family can hate you
And from there you just give up.

You might find that one person
Who completes your heart and soul
But then you find out he doesn't love you,
And he leaves you there alone.

That's when you figure there's no use,
To try to live in a world so wrong
You have nothing left to live for
Your hearts no longer strong.

At least not strong enough
To endure life's pain
So taking my life
Would end my world of shame.

I'm sure no one will miss me
When I go to a better place
So I sit here with my knife
And zone off into space.

I wish it could have been different
I wish it didn't have to end this way
But I can't live like this anymore
I only suffer in this place.

So as I make a clean cut
Across my wrists and veins
I know everyone will be happy now
That I wont ever be here again.