My Knife
Black eyes.
Black heart.
The pain hits me like a dart.
I'm lying on the floor.
I can't handle this pain anymore.
I take the blade.
I press it to my skin.
I know its a sin,
But this pain will never end.
My mind is empty.
I'm filled with misery.
I hate my life,
But I love this knife.
Copyright © Emilee Linthacum | Year Posted 2014
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