The knife that cuts my skin when i get mad..
The knife that cuts my skin when i get sad...
The sharp blade that haunts my every thought,
The urge that overcomes me,
that I know i cant stop...
When I know its there for comfort and support..
When i get so freaked out I scare myself,
I reach for that shiny blade,
Its where I go for shade
Its my therepy, my safe place
Its my therepist without a face..
When i feel i dont care anymore,
and I want to end it all
When I feel I cant do anything but fall..
I reach for the blade and cure it all...
Shiny and sharp, its the key to my heart..
The only that knows, my troubles and sorrows..
The tool that keeps me living until tomorrow...
The blade taunts me, laughs in my face..
It is the reminders of scares, I cant erase.....

 
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