The Knife.

Alyssa Baughman

Sorry the knife just slipped,
I didn't mean to cut my wrists.
I was just thinking of all the bad things that happened to me.
The things that made me sad,
And the things that made me angry.
 

I didn't mean to take my life,
With this cold, sharp knife.
Memories of everything gone wrong,
Is what brought this all along.
Warm is the blood that trickles down,
Making puddles on the ground.


I wake up,
It's just a dream.
But dreams become reality.
There's a knife beside my bed,
A single thought runs through my head.
My life used to be so pretty,
How could it have gotten so shitty?


I'm drawn to it,
Like a magnet.
This is my only escape,
So i take it.


Good bye to my friends,
You've always been there.
Good bye to "him",
You never cared.
Good bye to my family,
I'll always love you.

 

No one ever really knew,
They never thought this would be something I'd do.
It came to you as a surprise,
Now I cry and close my eyes.
 

Sorry, the knife just slipped,
I didn't mean to cut my wrists.