I pull out the pocket knife
And rinse the dirt from the blade
This ones for you
The one I love
This might be brand new
To me
But I know it's true
The knife bites my skin
But draws no blood
That's when I know it hasn't gone in
The sorrow and guilt build
The blood finally flows
My grief and hate shows
I know it has exposed
Everything I feel
This time the pain
Finally makes me kneel
I shiver when the cold metal touches my skin
This time there is no cut
There is but
minutes left
I lay the blade flat
and pull it over the cuts
Leaving a streak of blood
going up my arm
I'll be at school tomorrow
In long sleeves as always
And think of you
When people turn
Their worried gazes to me
I'll smile brightly
And pretend I don't see
Cause when I get home
The relief
Of steel on skin
Will make me free
I won't have to think
Or worry
Or anything
Just feel the chilling numbness
Of freedom
And the dirty old pocket knifes blade
