The Knife

Sitting here alone
Going through the motions.
Wondering what to do
With all of theses emotions.

Only wanting to cut
To lessen my pain,
Just a few small cuts,
Nothing insane.

Sitting here alone
Scared out of my mind,
Hoping he loves me
And that loves not blind.

Just a few small cuts,
Nothing real deep.
To have and to hold,
These scars I will keep.

Sitting here alone
Thinking about my life.
Wondering what it is,
I love about the knife.



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