My fate was set when I held that knife,
Trying to cut away my strife.
I broke my promise once again,
I believed that this blade is my only friend.
Why keep living this pathetic gimmick?
Enslaved by stereotypes weâ??re forced to mimic.
Taunting me to make my decision,
To make another deadly incision.
Crystallized rubies, pain from many years,
Mingle with my silent tears.
The clatter as I cast my knife away,
It may be gone but my depressions will stay.
