Knife

Nothing brings me happiness as it use to. The only thing I find true happiness in is a knife. I cut my self out of love, I cut my self out of anger. As I feel the soft tingle of the blade against my skin I finally feel free. I feel free from every sorrow that has haunted my life. As I watch the blood ooze from the wound I have inflicted upon my self a smile comes to my faces for I know this is the only happiness I can give my self.