You put the knife down
You promise me its the last cut
The first time I was estatic
I thought the pain was gone now
Then you picked it up again
I didn't know what to feel at first
Anger and rage at the scar
Happiness because you were able to hold on this long
Black hatred towards the knife
I've realized it now
You didn't do it on purpose
You held on for this long
You tried your hardest
But it wasn't enough
I don't hate you for it
I swear I don't blame you
These things take time
The knife wont leave overniht
But I thought it would
I know it was a mistake
And i'm sorry for it
I know i've written
A milliom poems for you
This is just one of many
Can you blame me for it?
I swear i blame myself more for every scar
Than you do yourself
For every cut you make
For every drop of your blood spilled
For every new scar that shows
I hate that knife more and more
More than you could ever hate it
I hate that this is all I can do
Make marks on paper
Marks that form words
Its all i can do but its better than nothing
