The Knife

The Knife

A Poem by HorHay3

Sorry, the knife just slipped,
I didn't mean to cut my wrists.
I was just thinking of all the bad
things that happend to me.
The things that made me sad,
and the things that made me angery.
I didn't mean to take my life,
with this cold, sharp, steel knife.
Memories of everything gone wrong,
is what brought this all along.
Warm is the blood that trickels down,
making puddles on the ground.

I wake up, its
all just a dream.
But dreams become a reality.
There's a knife beside my bed,
a singel thought runs through my head.
My life used to be so pretty,
how could of it gotten so s****y?

Im drawn to it,
like a magnet.
This is my only escape,
from everything and every face.

Goodbye to my friend's,
you've always been there.
Goodbye to "him" you never really cared.
Goodbye to my family,
I'll always love you.

No one ever really knew,
they never thought this would be
something i would do.
It came to you as a surprise,
now i cry and close my eyes.

Sorry, the knife just slipped,
i didn't mean to cut my wrists.

© 2009 HorHay3

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i like it i mean every thing the idea of it and all to its good

Posted 12 Years Ago

You really did put it up there, Im happy i feel sepical now =) Lol

Posted 12 Years Ago

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Added on May 31, 2009



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