Knife

Holding the knife
In my hand
Tears so hard
I can barely stand

I want to end it
Make it better
I know what I would say
What I would write in the letter

Depression sucks
It hurts so bad
Nobody understands it
They just think I'm sad
 
Anxiety is tough
I can't find a cure
This is the only thing
That is pure

It's not pure
Not at all
But atleast I will be the only one hurt
When I fall

Why can't I do it
Just one little slice
Like butter
It would be so nice

I can't cut
I can't die
All I can do
Is sit here and cry