The Knife

Tue, 10/27/2015 - 12:01 -- samijae

September 24, 2015

I was so depressed.

I thought my mom was angry

About the pictures.

She didn’t understand

I didn’t want to send them.

I wanted the pain in my heart to end.

So I took a knife.

Physical pain is better.

Just to forget the mental pain.

Even for just awhile.

Maybe even forever.

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