Corrine Johnson Poet I do not know?

Deeper

I grab the knife,
As if its nothing.
I know it can take my life away,
but I could care less.
I put the knife into my skin.
I cant feel a thing.
I stab it in deeper,
the memories are floating back.
Us walking into the streets,
holding hands,
you whispering "I love you"
I can feel the blood gushing out,
but theres no pain.
I remember laying in your arms,
I remember every word you said.
I stab the knife in deeper.
I try not to shout.
The deeper it goes,
the more memories come out.
I've never seen so much blood in my life,
all because memories of us.
I just cant believe your okay.
I take the knife out and throw it.
Watching the blood come out,
it doesn't phase me

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Patty Lane May 20, 2010 at 1:43 PM Someone once said, "Suicide is a permanent solution to a temporary situation. Think about that. Permanent solution! We humans are complex creatures. We are stuck in our own skin; we can only work with the equipment we were born with, even so, faulty or not, if ones stands back and takes a good look at what's going on around them with clear objectivity, they will be able to judge rightly whether the then deemed insignificant merits the action about to be taken; you need to look out of skin. Patty