The Knife

My eyes burning with her pain
I asked in horror if she was insane
She slowly looked up in a pitiful smile
   and said she would explain

I don’t think you quite understand
You see this knife, he is my friend
He makes me feel better
In a way that they can’t

Compared to a bleeding heart
A bleeding arm is not that bad
You see, skin heals much easier
That is what she said

It may scar the skin
But it clears the mind...
Her eyes were so soft
Her voice was so kind

I wanted to stop her
But something stopped me
Just the thought - that she might be
  Better off in this mad misery