The Knife Poem by Stephan van Pinksteren

Living in a dream world,
Taking no prisoners,
Leaving everything behind,
Can it be any worse.

Wandering around in confusion,
Finding my way threw bare despair.
They left me behind all alone,
Can this be my punishment is this fair.

Figuring this out,
It is taking to long.
Where did I go,
What did I do wrong.

To depressed to figure out this madness,
I can only see black no light at hand.
Where is my salvation,
Help me get up because I can't.

I'm the darkness,
I'm the despair.
I can't control myself,
I don't really care

Why should they help me,
What's the point of life.
I know my own future,
And that is the knife,