Using the knife all night long,

Listening to Linkin Park,

Trying to keep the tears from releasing,

Just needing me to embrace.

I come into your life,

You use me like you used the knife,

You are the cutting board,

And I am the blade.

You use me as a way of coping,

Instead of suicide,

Just the way you use to cut,

Instead of suicide.

I do it because I love you,

You use me because you have to,

You have no other choice,

So as long as you don't kill yourself I will be your knife.

Author's Notes/Comments: 

thiz iz actualli a happy poem...even if it duznt seem like it.

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