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The knife is at my wrist
As I prepare to bleed
My body shakes
My soul trembles
As I fall on to my knees
I cry out in my need
“Won’t somebody save me?”
And I hear a whisper
In my darkest hour
My lowest point
My final hour
It’s an angel sent to me
To remind me and relay
God’s never ending love for me
Masquerading as a friend
Giving me a “hug” saying
That he cares for me
I put the knife away as
I think of one who cares
And the thought of death
Behind me because
I know that someone loves me