The Knife that Killed Me

It was the world's bluntest knife (through sight)
The knife that killed me

was once very

honouring and respective

It all happened so fast

and unexpectedly
It did not happen on purpose, that much I know -
but what matters is that

it did happen

I know it happened

because now I sit here
in this tragic and fearful place,
with no one to talk to

or share my feelings with.
I'm in HELL.

It killed me

by stabbing all that I believed in.
Having no compassion

for how I felt.

That day is one of the days I regret most in my life
It was the kind of day nobody should ever wish for.
On that day, I became the world's scariest knife ...
and the worst part is, I killed myself.

I killed myself without the intention to do so,
but I did anyway.
I went on doing what I believed
was plain cruelty, and shameful

I betrayed someone

whom I had once called a friend
I did to them bad things

which I cannot mention.

I killed myself without knowing it,

and now I want to live again ... but how?
We have only one life to live,
and I just wasted mine.

So, in other plain, simple words:
I NEED HELP ON HOW TO LIVE AGAIN.

-Tito Walaza