I Will Die By The Knife Poem by Sarah Mohyla

I'll die by the knife
the scars of my life are shown through the scars on my wrists
When the pain is more than I can take I go to the knife
The sharpness of the knife takes the pain out of my life
The day I face death will be the day I will escape the pain of life
I'll die by the knife
Nothing else relieves the pain like the feel of a knife cutting through your skin
Taking the pain of the sins of others away
The blood drips like a waterfall as the anger inside is released
My world seems to turn brighter once again as I begin to feel alive and no longer dead inside
I will die by the knife
I'll cut too deep to try to save my worthless life and by the end of the night I will face death
I'll take my last breath lying near the phone, looking for help
On the floor, my eyes will close and I will be here no more
I will die by the knife