I'll die by the knife
the scars of my life are shown through the scars on my wrists
When the pain is more than I can take I go to the knife
The sharpness of the knife takes the pain out of my life
The day I face death will be the day I will escape the pain of life
I'll die by the knife
Nothing else relieves the pain like the feel of a knife cutting through your skin
Taking the pain of the sins of others away
The blood drips like a waterfall as the anger inside is released
My world seems to turn brighter once again as I begin to feel alive and no longer dead inside
I will die by the knife
I'll cut too deep to try to save my worthless life and by the end of the night I will face death
I'll take my last breath lying near the phone, looking for help
On the floor, my eyes will close and I will be here no more
I will die by the knife
It's a hateful truth that nothing compares to the knife. You've done a good job of keeping the readers interest through this and and it really hurts inside when you come to the end. Thanks-M
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
How horrid! I hope you are not in that open-boat! Suicide is not an option no matter ho appealing it may seem!