The Knife!

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    The Knife!

    You feel the metal on your wrist.
    Your thinking should I really do this.
    Thoughts rushing fast,
    Feel the adrenaline pass.
    Confussion taken place by anger.
    Why do they all hate her?
    Heart is breaking,
    No time for praying.
    Close your eyes,
    Count to six.
    Maybe this can all be fixed.
    No! She screams,
    That's a lie.
    They all want her to die.
    The laughing fills her head.
    She's a mistake that nobody can fix.
    So screw all of this.
    Her eyes are swollen from her tears.
    After all these years, it's here.
    Tonight.
    The last night alive.
    She takes the knife.
    It's gleaming in the light.
    She looks in the mirror.
    Kisses her reflection Goodbye.
    Presses the knife on her wrist.
    She feels it going in.
    She bites her lip.
    Feels a rush.
    Then she let's out a curse.
    She feel's Deaths Shadow get her grip.
    The she openly invites him in.
    She laughs while crying.
    Still thinking about dying.
    Smiles down at her wrist.
    Then falls down unmissed!

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    AshRenee commented on The Knife!

    06-05-2009

    This is so sad, but so intriguing. I feel sorry for the people that have these thoughts, but I can't help but be grateful, because I am able to see into their thoughts. So, thank you for this poem.

    A poem begins as a lump in the throat, a sense of wrong, a homesickness, a lovesickness. It finds the thought and the thought finds the words.

    Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.

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