Take the knife out of the drawer, it promises to you to hurt no more.
Find a vein a good one at that, press down hard you will forget.
You'll never hurt again my friend. Oh don't worry its not a sin.
I am your friend, I've been around in the drawer not making a sound.
Submitted by Adam Brown
E-mail: ajbrown@adelphia.net
And Like Knife right in the back
You shared the bed with that lame act
And I won't write htese words on the wall
I'll write them where they mean the most of all
Do you remember whenI told you that my only friend was my knife? You always thought that I was wrong but in the end I was right. You made me so sad, so I would talk to my knife and ask it what to do. The knife would never say a thing.
Submitted by Jenna
E-mail: rockpresentslife@hotmail.com
well it is a knife but i try not to think of it as a knife when it cuts my arms...
i try to think of it as something less sharp...
but it cuts just the same
it releases blood from my veins...
Submitted by Jenna
E-mail: rockpresentslife@hotmail.com
maybe i was dressed wrong that day
maybe the look on my face gave away my identity
i dont know...
all i do know is when i walked into that room that day that womans face was scary...