This Knife

This knife is stained With the blood from my body. It eases the pain when it becomes to great.

This knife knows my pain. This knife us my one true friend.

It knows the pain that dwells within. This knife is always there when I need it. Cutting through my flesh look my wrists are bleeding.

When I call for this knife it comes without question. Giving me what I need easing this depression.

I've called my knife to do what it does best. Kill my pain so my heart can rest.

This knifes enters deeply cutting my flesh. My heart rate quickens as I release this stress.

My breathing slows the room begins to spin. My eyes close as I silently grin.

My life is over My breathing ends Thats all because the knife is my friend.