Knife Stories

I raked my skin with a knife today, But only with the tip. I wanted to know what it felt like, To lightly drag it across my skin. I raked my skin with a knife today, The pain in my heart grew too much. Physical pain was easier to deal with, Than the emotional turmoil I felt. So I raked a knife against my skin today, They only pushed me to it. They never considered my thoughts, How I feel was irrelevant. So I raked a knife...

Is it wrong of me to feel slightly envious? I know I shouldn't, it's really not anyone's fault. You're over there and I am here, But you got out before I had a chance. I saw it proven, people take to you more. I was just the other one, who just tagged along. Even you were distant at times. That didn't stop me from loving you. Is it sad now, that you're so far away? You left without saying so much as a goodbye. Do you know...

She's sitting at her computer desk when it blinks, alerting her of a new email. She crosses her fingers, hoping it's a college acceptance message or something of the kind, but instead finds one from her email-stalker, MGlass. Most of them from the past couple months had been just the normal: Hey, baby... wanna meet up? and I love your videos and music, please reply, won't you darling? I just wanna talk... and they seemed...

On October 1, 2008, an innocent woman was shot, and killed. Not only was she a woman, but a mother as well. The neighborhood is quiet, although there is a painfully loud echo of silence. The only sounds that are heard at night, are the occasional sound of a passing train. Sometimes there is an echo of footsteps, walking by in the darkness, and around October, those footsteps crunch loudly over leaves. A train sometimes go...