I Was Once

I was once a boy who loved his life but fell to the path and took up the knife and died inside but put up a fight and fell to the floor in sweet twilight. I licked my wounds and ans calmed my mind a looked at my wrist with Cold dead eyes. I was once a boy who could not see the reason to live was right in front of me, to fight the fight to win the war to never being nothing more then a child with a sword who cut him self to feel the rush why his family hushed and put him away to never see another day. I was once a boy but am now a man with no home and empty hands and blood stand wrist and a knife in hand. ~ Jeff