I sit alone with my knife,

the knife i love more than my life...

It cut so deep,

It hurt so bad,

the blood falls down,

my pain struken arm,

I hate the pain

You put me through

the cuts are more bareable,

than faceing you,

The pain you cause me,

the hurt i know,

the love i've lost

the hate i feel,

the trust thats gone

i could end now,

so easy it would b

to slash my wrist one final time,

release my pain

release my hurt

So easy it would b,

So y do i wait?

Why do I sit alone with my knife,

the knife i love more than my life...