He could see the knife gleaming at him with a smile

It was tempting to grab it like a life line

He hated this as much as he hated this world

His vision blurred from sobs he endured

He wanted to rib out his organs and take the blame

For he thought it would help him deal the pain.

He held the shiny kitchen knife with desperation

Feeling the sting of metal and thoughts

Blood dropped as he forgot about them all

The words they threw that bit him like a snake

The venom to much to take.

He was only a little boy.

Letting his insecuties chew and toy

He wanted to twist the blade through his rotton heart

For he wanted to grow wings just to tear apart.