Cut the Surface

I take the yelling,
and the beatings,
then throw the thoughts away,
I dont want to cry

I take the knife,
and cut the surface,
once, twice and once more again
throw it aside,
I dont want more pain

I write the suicide note,
then screw it up,
chuck it in the wastepaper basket

I go to school,
and find the teacher
then I turn back and walk away,
I dont want to re-live it

I go home and hear more
the shouting and screaming,
and have more beatings
I hold back the tears

I go upstairs
and pull out my pen knife,
holding it to my neck,
I take a life.

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