I never felt the knife

Thin and oh so sharp

elegant and shiny

sliding in smoothly

under the rib cage

into my heart

 

For my own good, you said

it’s better this way, you’ll see

life is so much better

when you’re dead

 

Knife comes out

bright blood contrasting the metal sheen

I stare dumbly at the drip, drop, spatter

Crimson stains the floor

 

Heart slows and slows

I don’t feel better

I don’t feel anything

I never felt the knife

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