My Best friend

A knife for you, a knife for me.
The knife is my best friend you see?

It makes me happy, when I am sad.
When I am angry, it makes me glad.

All day long it waits at home for me.
Just to help me release my pain you see?

It caresses my skin with tender loving care.
To not help me, it would not dare.

It could have chosen anyone in the world you see?
But it chose me.

As I hold it here in my hand, its job through.
Back to its hiding place, until I need it true.

Pain for you, Pain for me.
Pain that every one can clearly see.

*OK guys PLEASE give me some feed back! I wrote this poem when I wasn't doing too good as you can obviously tell by the contents. And I want to know what you guys think about this poem so I can rewrite it from my point of view now!