The Knife

In the kitchen crying
Thinking of the fight my friend and I just had
My eyes wander towards the knife

I think of how my boyfriend used me
And betrayed me

I walk towards the knife

How all my friends have abandoned me
In my time of need

I approach the counter
Were the knife is

I think of how hopeless life is

And I pick up the knife

How alone I am

I press the knife to my skin

How much I hate myself

I press harder
The knife makes a cut

For a second all the sadness disappears
As I feel the pain
And watch the blood

But my relief is short-lived
And my tears soon return

And once again I look towards
The knife