The Knife

I see it laying there
And for a moment,
It seems I breathe no air.
I reach out a hand
And try to grab it;
But to my surprise,
You through a huge fit.
So, I don't care;
Don't want to be here,
Do you understand?
why should I live in fear?
Can I leave this place
Before it becomes too much?
Or must I stay
In fear of everyone's touch?
I want it now;
I will take it soon.
I don't want to live,
Don't want to stare at the moon.
Pointless is my life
As desperate as I am
Please forgive me,
For all I want is to join them
And cease to be alive.
Sharp is the blade,
Glistening in the light;
My mind, I've already made,
For I cannot turn back,
This time I must go;
Don't worry about me,
It will not be slow;
I will bring an end to the pain.

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