The Knife
By cryingangel
The knife is in my heart. Stabbing it over and over. Tearing my soul to shreds. Killing me over and over again. Each time more painful than the last. Each time worse. The blood dripping down my body. Onto the floor. The thoughts in my head. Murderer!!! I scream! But there is no one to hear me. No one to hear the cries. I cringe as I see the image in the mirror. Is that really me? I question. The knife goes in again and I realize that the person stabbing me is no one other than myself!I wrote this on how I feel. Tell me if you like it! Written October 19th, 2001 © on Oct 19 2001 09:43 AM PST 0 • 1
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"The knife is in my heart...."