Oh how I hate that bloody knife
It causes nothing but strife
It paints a picture of pain on her arms
All her woes in her self harms
Of why do you cause her
Vision to blur
That bloody knife
Cutting its ways in her life
I grab the knife and smash it to bits
But some how it always comes back during another fit
Of anguish and woe
Always taking her heart into tow
That good for nothing stupid old bloody knife
I loath it's existence in everyone's life
There's nothing I hate more than that bloody knife
As is carves in way deeper into her life
I hate the pictures it paints on her arm
I hate that it's helping her do self harm
Oh how I hate that knife
And what it is doing to her life
Why can't it just leave or burnTo see her pain makes my stomach churn
With anger and sadness
'Cause that knife causes nothing but madness
I want to thrown it in a fire
And watch the flames rise higher
For all its crimes
It somehow never does time
Oh there no way to describe in this life
Just how much I hate that bloody knife
YOU ARE READING
Book of poems and thoughts
RandomWhat comes from my heart finds its way to the page. I started this back in 2014 as a kid. I cringe a bit but couldn't bring myself to delete it. Maybe will add to it over the years.
