I hate that knife

Are you sure you're okay?
"I'm fine," is all you say, with a fake smile on your face,
But somehow I don't believe you,
because you're the one with the blood on your wrist.

I wish you would stop, I wish this so much,
what do I do, how can I help?
I can't let you ruin your life,
What if you cut too deep?

One time is all it takes,
Just one little slip, just one mistake,
Just one little cut too deep,
with that stupid blade.

I hate that knife,
so sharp that it pierces the skin,
so easily it could end your life,
Its a temptation, a sin.