Dug myself out my own grave
Now I’m in the bathroom
Like Michael
Cold like a icicle
But I need hope soon
Frozen stares
Frozen eyes
I don’t even blame why
So I get out my backpack
Pull out my friend
Mr. Knife
Mr. Knife gives me warmth
Mr. Knife gives me comfort
Mr. Knife makes me safe
Mr. Knife, how do you do sir?
On this fine evening
Me, I’m crying my eyes out
But I feel a little numb
So at least I’m not dumb
But at this point I’m done
So I’m glad I got your company
Your embrace is my peace
Life without you is so numb to me
But I got a pulse
And it’s all over the floor
And I’ll clean it up later
I ain’t an attention whore
Red Red Red
My backs battered and dead
I’m so totes fine
Tho my thighs are in dread
I walk with a limp
People just think I’m gay
I look like a simp
So people I’m okay
That’s my normal
My back has holes in it
But I’m normal
Trust me
Ain’t no one do that
But no one's got the time to care
For some kid walking round
Being all mentally impaired
So their look at me funny
As I sink in my chair
Because my wounds are untamed
Can’t be bleeding again
Like I’m on my period
Of times feels so like
14 years long
Trapped in here
Scarlett all over the sink
Scarlet in my eyes
But it’s fine
The pain and gushing
Will stop
Some time
Mr. Knife
I ain’t feel so good
My body’s feeling dizzy
My head is feeling tipsy
But now it’s on the floor
Now I lay on the tile
Mr. Knife, my new wife
My heads out for miles
I’ll just rest
For a bit
I’ll wake up soon
I hope
See you in a bit
Mr. Knife
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- Published: September 24th, 2025 05:46
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