break me (unedited)

T's the season for murder

POV; Knife or Dave 

My life is so sad; i see the wonderful, joyful, peaceful, humans, they seem as bright as my glint

like a mirror; i see; they see; we see; my never ending power

i am so sharp. crisp. brutal. deafening. 

i wish to be something meaningful; something that not so dull at points or able to snap in any minute due to excessive use. 

i wanna be free, like be able to reach out of this containment box held with others somewhat dead.

i wanna be able to do things by myself, love myself, be myself

i dont wanna be held by warm suffocating hands

death grip on my handle like a murder

i wanna breath 

no blood drowning my shiny tough skin 

see me

i am silver, shiny, crisp, clean 

but i am used for dirty things 

the skin that touches mine is untained, everloving

the fight that was once before has stopped 

stopped with me

with my handle 

with the grip 

i dont want to be dirty

love me

worship me

dont  treat me like i am such a toy 

i am meaningfull

i cut the hands of those who hated me 

looked at me in fear

tried to stop me from ending their fight

they didnt want me

i wanted them

i wanted love

i wanted warmth

why cant anyone see

i wanna breath

i wanna hug

why cant i escape

shall he let me go.....

i am tainting those bodys with my own skin; the blood pours 

so dirty 

i am one 

dirty 

love me

dirty

feel me, for i am weak, unable to free myself from what is already tainting me 

let him let me go 

go buy a new knife or throw me away

let me live my own life

i am trapped

trapped in mirrors; in what i am to be

i am sad 

this life isnt ment for me 

let me go

free me