I look at the knife, I see an escape
You tell me to stop, but it's too late
I look at the knife, there's no way I can wait
You tell me to stop, but it's too late
I grab the knife, and I don't hesitate
I look at the old scars, and begin to create
The knife sinks in, sorry you were just too late
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PoetryCollection of poems or rants that I write. Very suprised at how many views and votes I got on this, thanks to all my readers ALSO Finished with this one, if you want to see more of my poetry look at my profile for the new collection.