Steeling Myself

The knife was in my hand, I know, I felt the blade against my thigh. I thought the steel would cut you off, I thought that I was being kind. The knife was in my hand, I thought, I thought that I should sever ties. But strong and steel and should got lost, When all that I could do was cry. The knife was in my hand no more, I found the blade inside my mouth. I felt it stealing to yours, And now we're both unarmed, without.