Knives aren’t sharp enough
To slash this string
That attaches you to me
To dig a hole inside my heart
And make me bleed
The memories that we have built
Knives aren’t sharp enough
To slice this bread that I bought
I’m just that bad of an adult
I breake dishes left and right
And I might even join a cult
Or just lay in bed and rot
Knives aren’t sharp enough
To cut this cigarette filter in half
To rip this painful photograph
The smoke gets stuck in my room
And“friends” no longer makes me laugh
Smile at the funeral on my behalf
Knives aren’t sharp enough
To chop this hair off my head
So I decided to dye it red
Therapy got too expensive
So I started running instead
But that just made my overthinking spread
Knives weren’t sharp enough
For playing surgery on my dolls
If you’re not a future doctor does you mom answer your calls?
My dolls were safe and sound
until my cousin taught me to mess them around
She was the kid who climbed the walls
And I was the one worried that she falls
Knives aren’t sharp enough
To scratch this itch in my brain
Am I even through halfway?
Wearing my favorite hoodie in the fall
I hope my tears don’t leave a stain
Now I’m shooting out words just to keep me sane
Knives aren’t sharp enough
For another million things to come
But I’m already out of breath
And I’m guessing that you don’t care
About what knives can or can not slice