The knife is my pen
The paper my flesh
The unseen carcasse
is where my
Soul goes without rest.
Love, liberty
Happiness and truth
These words mean nothing
when depression seeps in.
tonight ,
The longtime friendship with my blade will end .
i have rubbed away my last tear and stiched the
hole you made in my heart ,and emptied the poison
you left behind.

The Beauty of your smile
The Beauty of your face
is only a memory one
that i will replace.
my emotions will again come alive
but this time my dear
it will be without the flash of a gun
or steel across my skin or the burning sensation
deep within.
again im ready to laugh and smile
the poison you put in me
i have survived.
forever is forever and forever came to an end
now my soul rests easy and i can now breath
as you move on to another victim
when i cried ,you didnt stop my tears
when i was scared-you didnt try to ease my fears
when i screamed you still didnt listen
now i rip open myself one last time
but this time its to let out the doves
so they can carry me to freedom