The Knife Poem by Jonathan Sud

I miss you so much,
I want you so bad,
Please baby come back,
So I'll stop being sad.

I miss all the hugs,
I miss all the kisses,
Ha, hell, I even,
Miss all the disses (insults) .

So happy I was,
With you in my life,
But you're gone and I'm sad,
Now I look at my knife.

It's a beautiful knife,
So sharp and so sleek,
I could use it to find,
The death that I seek.

Yes, come gentle knife,
Ring the final bell,
End it all right now,
And send me to Hell.