last night it happened...

it was a good day
work had gone well
i went home

then it fell apart
nothing was going right
i sat alone

he wanted to leave
he wasnt in a good place
i was loosing it

my goodbye is what was asked for
it would let him leave
i could not give it

accusations were brought up
things that i had done
i gave straight answers

we became worked up
i went to another guy
i told him to kick the other out

the other guy told me to calm down
he would take care of it
i couldnt calm down

yelling and screaming between us
about my choices i had
i began to cry

the choice of him or my knife
i could not choose
i signed off

while not making sense she was there
things were said that needed to be
i could only tell her some

she made gestures to me
only to keep me around
i was slipping away

the knife i had was useful
my ugly body the target
i could not stop

back and forth the blade went
short but deep
i loved the feeling

the skin got tough
knife sticking at points
i was numb there

moving to a different spot resarted it
she was talking to me
i was trying to listen

instructions on to stop
so i would not die
i put the knife down

a promise was made
she would do her best
i did mine

what was done is going to stay
the scars may fade
i will remember


thank you so much for last night..i wouldnt be here if not for you..