Love is not like anything expecially a knife,
One can break your heart but the other can take your life.
You may fall in love and think that its the best,
But after it ends all you'll be is depressed.
When your depressed you'll turn to the blade,
Because you just want the pain to fade.
You'll fall in love again but it wont be the same,
And for that you only have one person to blame.
With a knife you lose blood but also stress,
And it leaves your arm a scar filled mess.
You'll wish that you could go back in time,
To when you were happy and everything was fine.
But you can only go to the future and hope for the best,
And hope that you'll stop being depressed.