I Meet My Friend The Knife Again

In class again....PLEASE leave a comment...and let me know what you think...I’m not suicidal...I SWEAR.

I need this knife to get through...
I need this knife to love and hold...
I need this knife to cherish...

This knife has been there for me
Everyday and every week...
It sits there in my room just waiting for me to use it again...
It screams my name when i am near...

I have the knife
In my hand...ready to strike
My skin again.

By nancy dixon
Published: 2/19/2006

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