As the knife gets closer to my skin
I can feel myself giving in
No point in living a life like this
No joyful memories to reminisce
Inch by inch, I'm closer to cutting
And the thing is, I'm not even crying
I'm actually smiling as they touch
Which is quite new, for I don't smile very much
And so the blade then goes through
With blood dripping in my view
And after that I cut once more
Feeling joy in my core
As I continue to cut, my head feels light
Yet I wish to keep going, try as I might
I couldn't anymore, so I put the blade down
Leaving me with the opposite of a frown