The Knife

As I lay here alone
in this dark place,
I dream about love,
and wait for my nightmares,
to take chase.

My dreams are dark,
my nightmares darker still.
I take a deep breath,
as if I'm walking
up hill.

As I write this poem,
to calm my mind,
the dark takes over,
and the light,
runs and hides.

So I wonder about,
taking this knife,
and finally ending,
this depressing,
long strife.

So as I close my eyes,
and think of my life,
I wonder what if...
what if...
I take this knife?