19 January 2013
I hold a knife In my hand I'll take my life It's not so grand.
My friends all hate me Except for one But she isn't like me... She isn't much fun.
The knife is covered In dried blood From a secret discovered By no one
I take the knife Place it to my wrist... Not worth the strife They don't know I exist
But I realize Just one thing I may bade goodbyes Their hearts would ping
The ones I love- I don't give them a kiss I'm not wearing a glove. Should I really have posted this?
Knife • Opuss № I