Knives

Well idk how this really happened, i just wrote down something and it worked its way into... this? Kinda depressing but hey, yolo

You always wanted to do this

Now you say your scared?

I remember when you cried for the world

Because you really cared. 

Now you sit with your friends

Laughing at their jokes. 

Was everything you told me

Just a giant coax?

Or did you once care

For the betterment of our lives?

Now when your upset

You grab your mom's knives. 

I see the scars on your wrists

They seem to be getting longer. 

I worry at night, concerned why

You stopped getting stronger. 

You're not really you, 

Sitting at that table. 

Smiling, laughing, twirling your hair

Trying to act all stable. 

You're really a time bomb

The seconds draining through you

The scars represent nothing more

Then a flimsy attempt to glue. 

Perhaps I'm being too hard, 

I know that life is rough. 

I just wish that you'd be you

And not this happy bluff. 

You always wanted to do this

Now you say you're scared? 

Just take that knife to your heart

You'll show them all you cared.