Little friend

time and time again i pass by the mirror
i try not to look because it is painful
no one can tell i'm dying inside
no one can tell i'm lying from within

i tried to reach out for help
and it only slapped me in the face
it pushed me to the ground
and left me there

i don't like being alone
but i have no choice'
the world if a war
angains me and i can't seem to fight it
anymore

lies fill my head
thoughts rush in
and i find my little knife friend

i place it to my breast and press
everything seems to be ok at this minute
just a little more and i will be finished

now it is my desiese that can not be cured
it is my sickness that can't be turned
i wish there was more to me than this

but as my grandmother would say i nothing but a big fat bitch.