I plunged the knife into my heart-

My own hand drew the crimson stain;

Forever doomed to feel the guilt,

Forever damned to live in pain.

I raised the sword against my soul-

And ripped it into tattered strands;

The lasting agony of death,

Thrust on me by my shameful hands.

I made the jump that closed my mind-

The moose that ended everything;

No more to think or dream of love,

No more to live or laugh or sing.

I did it so I wouldn’t hurt you-

So you’d be safe and you’d be free;

I tore my life time and again,

So sure you’d be secure from me…

But then I couldn’t stop myself-

I wrestled the knife free, and then

I placed it o’er your heart and thrust…

And thrust again…

…again…

…again…