I hold the knife,
Secure in my hand
My head begins to ache
I'm not sure I can stand
I look at the knife, satisfaction on my face
I press it against my arm
All is in place
I need to breath
Maybe one more time
I just want some relief
I can't find another word to rhyme
I just want to live
To get rid of the pain
But what if I keep doing this?
Then what will I gain
There I got a clear cut
I clean the razor blade, put it away
I walk out the bathroom, letting the door shut
My arm aches but my heart aches more
Can you tell me if you could be more sore?
