My Knife Poem by Tonya Kincheloe

My Knife



My knife is my friend.
My knife understands.
My knife doesn't push me away.
My knife listens.
My knife agrees with me.
My knife knows me.
My knife is dull.
My knife cuts me.
My knife lays beside me as I die.

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Bri Edwards 24 October 2017

are you dead yet? i hope it was quick.

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ezzabell fanning 23 October 2008

i had a knife. but now its behind bars. cheers.

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