So I could take my hand,
grab the shining knife.
I could clench my fist,
should I take my life?
One swift stroke
would cause a bleeding heart.
One clean stab
and my world would fall apart.
Broken promises,
lies and hidden truth.
Stolen innocence
and long forgotten youth.
Forgiveness is hard thing,
the truth will set you free.
Shadows cloud your view
and will not let you be.
Stone cold hearts
cause empty, hungry eyes.
Grey and mysterious,
when hiding all your lies.
Personal possession,
depression is that fact.
Changes a person’s life
and how they truly act.
So I could take my hand,
grab the shining knife.
I could clench my fist.
End this misery tonight.