A Knife

She looks in
Her kitchen drawer
Finds a knife
That's pretty sharp
No one's home
She's all alone
She feels a weight
Pulling her heart
She looks down
At her wrist
And they're littered
With those scars
With this battle
She will win
She will take back
What is hers

She won't die for nothing
Although she feels some days she should
She will cry for somethings
Maybe the chance to heal those scars
She just dreams of one thing
To love herself body and soul
That knife is sly and cunning
But it won't make another scar