"The Knife"

Knife
A blade
Sharp
Keen
Piercing
Touches my skin
Cold
Hard
Smooth as it slides
My neck feeling it's broadside
The tip scoring my flesh
Suicide
Is it worth it?
I think
It digs deeper
But wait!
One speaks
Of friendship
He comes
Comforts
Holds my attention
Another
And another
Appear
Trying
I pause
Consider
What if?
They speak
Of Friendship
Of Love
One with beauty
Wait!
Another
She fears
She loves
But cannot talk
Is hurt
Cannot tell
Have I?
Consider
I love
But am afraid myself
I wait
I listen
I try
The knife
Still cold against my flesh
I pause
I talk
I stop
The knife
No longer at my throat
Now on my desk
My arms around her
My love appearing
Freindship
Should I have?
Consider
Possibly
Lose her?
If I did, yes.
Worth it?
I doubt
I stop
I love
Alex
My sweet
Stops me
Never again
Can I
Feel
The knife
Cold
Sharp
Keen
At my throat
Again

Gandalf