Black-Fate

The knife lies there tormenting me How I long to pick it up Only I hold the key I always keep things locked up I'd love to remain true to myself To force myself away The scars I know ruin my health They remind me of yet another day I must carry on suffering I cannot give up now But the knife lies there unchanging I pick it up but how? My hopes and ambitions have been dashed Now all I can do is pray That maybe one day I'll find the strength To put that knife away All I am is I all have Marked forever on my arm Nothing to show nothing to share I can't even manage to be calm In all I do I try to be prepared For what is throw