Acquainted with Knives

A poem about suicide

I see you are struggling

To keep your head above the water 

Your smile is fading

And laughing's getting harder 

Your fingers clasped together

Stiffening and cold

you haven't been like this forever

Or so i have been told

Your eyes are looking dead

From holding back the tears

As you lay down your head

And forget about your fears

You've out pen to paper

Said i love yous' and goodbyes 

And now after your departure

I'm left with bloody thighs 

As every time i think about

How you took you life

I've followed in your footsteps

Became acquainted with a knife