i used to hold the knife, and think of the possibilities
i used to sit there and cut and bleed and cut some more
not yet to die, but to see if i could still feel
i needed to feel the pain i had inflicted upon myself and
understand the pain i had caused others
i didn't think i cared
but i was still alive
so i reconsidered everything
and finally decided to care
again, i was in control
i was still holding the knife
but this time, i held the knife away from myself
i met you and no longer felt the need to hold the knife
so i placed it on the counter and let you hold it
i told you my story
and our past (the knife and i)
then you and i happily walked on
i felt blessed to have replaced the knife with you as my new best friend
then one day i felt a pain in my chest
i looked down at my shirt and realized it was covered in my blood
but i didn't have the knife anymore
i couldn't figure out why i was bleeding
and then
i felt a sharp cold pain through my back
and as i fell to the ground
i looked up and saw you standing there
with my knife
i reached up for you
you bent down and picked me up
and told me you didn't mean to
but before i could forgive you,
you took the knife
and finished me off...
i used to sit there and cut and bleed and cut some more
not yet to die, but to see if i could still feel
i needed to feel the pain i had inflicted upon myself and
understand the pain i had caused others
i didn't think i cared
but i was still alive
so i reconsidered everything
and finally decided to care
again, i was in control
i was still holding the knife
but this time, i held the knife away from myself
i met you and no longer felt the need to hold the knife
so i placed it on the counter and let you hold it
i told you my story
and our past (the knife and i)
then you and i happily walked on
i felt blessed to have replaced the knife with you as my new best friend
then one day i felt a pain in my chest
i looked down at my shirt and realized it was covered in my blood
but i didn't have the knife anymore
i couldn't figure out why i was bleeding
and then
i felt a sharp cold pain through my back
and as i fell to the ground
i looked up and saw you standing there
with my knife
i reached up for you
you bent down and picked me up
and told me you didn't mean to
but before i could forgive you,
you took the knife
and finished me off...
