For every time a heartbreaks, it's like a knife cutting through
Pain so deep, like it cuts you to your soul
All the pain you feel, it seems to never end, moving on yet it creeps up again. Pain that makes you feel you'd rather be dead than alive.
Realizing how long it's been since anyone has seen you cry
The pain begins to lessen, and you're glad the pills didn't end your life, for if I departed I'd be the one holding the knife.
Stabbing through hearts, taking my own life.
The heartache would be deep wounds that may have never healed
I'm guessing God has planned something else for my life, for I have learned that I no longer want to be the one holding the knife
*This was written during one of the hardest times of my life, where I felt extremely suicidal, and wanted to self harm to relieve the pain.* Just wanted to share this in hopes that it can show someone the depression and darkness don't last forever. I haven't self harmed in like 4 years, and the same goes with the last suicide attempt I had. Time doesn't always heal all wounds, but it does get brighter!