As The Knife Cuts Me Deep Poem by Melanie Hannon

As the knife cuts me deep
The blood begins to slowly seep
My pain it starts to go away
Just to return another day

My sadness stops for a little bit
In my bowels I feel a pit
The blood starts to rush and I begin to cry
Because I know that I will soon die

On that day I am buried
All was rushed and all was hurried
The sermon starts, the whole thing ends
And there’s a depressing aura among my friends

In the end I turned out dead
Just to end some petty dread
The tool I used was buried with me
And the pain is gone, I’m finally free