Knife

How he got here, to him, is a mystery

He could go out, he has got the keys

He could just walk up and leave

The moment he tries, his will becomes stiff

He thought suicide was the answer to what he feels

He is walking through fire, feeling all the heat

He wishes he had someone to say he could beat this

So much pain he has keeps it all within

Picture a scene, boy dressed in all black

In a kitchen  seated  close to the utensil rack

Places a knife in his front

Trying just to end it, end it all

Not a bad kid, he just think he is a lost cause

He once tried this road, alcohol overdose

Even tried walking naked out in the snow

Anything to watch himself go out slow

Suicidal thoughts are the worst of it all

He never thought to go this deep, such a fall

Suicides aren't done just for the cowardice and fun

Like this kid, they're all seeking freedom from their cursed world

You could still share a bed with him and have no clue

Laugh at his jokes and not see his truth

All he wants is to let his demon loose

He is trying to trace the problem, down to its roots

He writes but hates when the pen calls at 12 in the morning

Trying to sleep but thoughts keep coming and running

Thoughts about his life and how he's lived his but it's funny

Cause at the end he knows he made no hay when the days were sunny

He misses the days when his life wasn't always invaded

He misses those days when his smiles never faded

Those days when friendships weren't full of secrets, under his basement

Those days when love wasn't corrupted but selfless

At night, his thoughts get worse

That's right, all of them evolve

Self hate becomes the reigning thought

Why? He wishes he had the response

Mistakes, he made friends with them

With time, they crucified his will

He wishes all these pains could leave

But no, they are now his tenants indeed

He picks it up, looks at the edges

Thoughts, he sees them pacing

Puts forth his hands, they get all veiny

Telephone rings, no one could reach him

But it was his mum, he guessed she sensed it

Tears in his eyes, flies in his stomach

Maybe his neck would be a better option

He puts it down, he picks it up

Knife says don't do this, he says shut up

Goes for the neck, he guessed it's time

Door bells ring  flatmates arrive

All these are his thoughts, materialised

Suicide is cool, it frees you, doesn't it?

Death was giving free goodbye kisses but skipped him