Knife

A poem I wrote about knifes, insanity, and suicide

Knife

By Abby Lent

 

I have a knife

Someday soon, it will end my life

across my neck or down my arm

you bite the dust you buy the farm.

 

I keep it with me 'till I'm twenty one

They'll find my body fried from the sun.

 

I geuss I'm a psycho and I'm nuts

I can't wait untill my right eye then

my left eye forever shuts.

 

If at my first attempt I do not die

I'll put a gun to my head and pull the

trigger then die.

 

To all the guys who make fun this is

a kick in the nuts to all the preppies

hope its a knife in the guts.