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I sit here and stare
At the knife that seems to glare.
The glare from the cieling fan above
That seems to fit like a glove.

Namely for the setting
I sit in a little room
No one around but the knife, the fan, and me...
There is also a table and a couch,
But that is all.

I sit in this lonely room
Staring at this glaring knife.
He knows my thoughts,
He knows my intentions.

I pick him up,
Turn him over,
Then set him down again.
Repeating this cycle over and over...

How I despise my thoughts
How I hate myself for even contemplating,
Such a rediculous idea of stupidity!
Yet here I am...

Going through the motions over and over.
The thoughts never ceasing.
I just want them to stop!
I just want everyone to stop!

Stop yelling at me!
Stop discriminating me!
Stop bashing my hopes and dreams!
Stop making me want to cry!

But I can't cry anymore...
I haven't been able to cry for so long...
I don't plan on starting again.
I don't want to start again.

But even though I try so hard,
To make everyone happy...
I can't help but seem to go wrong somewhere...
And end up getting yelled at again.

I've finally reached my limit.
I've finally gotten tired of it.
I've finally hit my breaking point.
I'm finally sitting here with the knife...

I sit and I stare.
Completely well aware.
Of the complete ignoramus I am being.
For even thinking of doing such a thing.

But yet I pick up the knife...
And continue to contemplate once more...

Description
I sit here and stare
At the knife that seems to glare.
The glare from the cieling fan above
That seems to fit like a glove.

Namely for the setting
I sit in a little room
No one around but the knife, the fan, and me...
There is also a table and a couch,
But that is all.

I sit in this lonely room
Staring at this glaring knife.
He knows my thoughts,
He knows my intentions.

I pick him up,
Turn him over,
Then set him down again.
Repeating this cycle over and over...

How I despise my thoughts
How I hate myself for even contemplating,
Such a rediculous idea of stupidity!
Yet here I am...

Going through the motions over and over.
The thoughts never ceasing.
I just want them to stop!
I just want everyone to stop!

Stop yelling at me!
Stop discriminating me!
Stop bashing my hopes and dreams!
Stop making me want to cry!

But I can't cry anymore...
I haven't been able to cry for so long...
I don't plan on starting again.
I don't want to start again.

But even though I try so hard,
To make everyone happy...
I can't help but seem to go wrong somewhere...
And end up getting yelled at again.

I've finally reached my limit.
I've finally gotten tired of it.
I've finally hit my breaking point.
I'm finally sitting here with the knife...

I sit and I stare.
Completely well aware.
Of the complete ignoramus I am being.
For even thinking of doing such a thing.

But yet I pick up the knife...
And continue to contemplate once more...