Why did such a fun and happy day have to end so abruptly?
Why did the knife forever tied to my back break more skin?
Bun like the skin previously broken it was none of mine
I have always been afraid of my knife
It's there everyday and every night
Lying unsuspectingly dormant
And seeming safe
Why does it strike?
And why does it strike others?
Though my knife may not realize it
I feel everything it hurts
All the pain it put on others
I feel
I apologize for it's maiming and damage
There was a time when this knife only cut into my back
Now it finds new backs and goes deeper
I stopped crying for my knife a long time ago
To cry for it would be useless
I cry for the people whose pain I must endure
I can't stop my knife
But I refuse to cry for it
No matter how much I feel the need
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