if i push the knife in sideways,
will it kill off all the pain?
can i leave in quiet stillness
or will i have dies in vain?
i cant tell now the future,
or all the hurt it holds.
what i want is to be different
not to be shoved into a mold.
the separtaino inside me is growing
it is eating away my whole life.
that is the reason i am sitting here
in my posession, but a knife.
i cant tell anyone my secrets
theyd all think ive gone insane.
i wonder what exactly will happen
as i hold the blade near my vein
down my arm runsa dark red river
past my elbow to the floor.
then my little river of blood
runs right over to the door.
it doesnt run outside, into the hall.
for that would be to obvious,
and for the viewing of all
instead it sits in a puddle
neatly in the way
so no one knows but those who care
that i have gone away.