Knife

This knife’s sharp teeth match mine. The ones on the dagger you stuck inside my heart. It matches me it hates me it only wants to destroy me. I withdraw but I’m there. Staring out the world. Confused and lost. Alone and afraid. It hurts but I’m numb. I’m lost and I’m dumb. These marks they let out all the pain. And they allow it all to drain. I’m running around inside the rain. Raining of my tears and soul. Life and blood. Emotions and happiness. In all, they were inside of me but now I’m forcing them to leave.