The Knife

In the kitchen crying

My eyes wander towards the knife

I think of how my boyfriend used me
I walk towards the knife

My friends abandoned me in my time of need
I approach the knife

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
The knife makes a cut

For a second the sadness disappears
Thanks to the knife

I feel the pain and watch the blood
The knife has caused

My relief is short-lived
and once again I look to the knife