Disclaimer- Look a squirrel!!!!!!!! [Tears up contract that she "claims" was a forged signature from Ms. Rowling]. Look!!! Noooooooooooo proof that it's not mine!!!! NSR—Look a second copy!!! Damn It! !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Little knife,

Little knife,

Taunt me all your life.

You caress my skin,

So plastic and white,

Will it be my life next that you smite?

I look at my veins so strange and blue,

If I die here and now, will it be the hospital to which my parents sue?

They say that this is a deed of a coward

But how could my life move onward?

With all that's ahead of me, and all that's behind,

I'm sure my death will be something no one will mind.

When I spin through a tunnel and see a bright light,

I will know what I did was right,

Perhaps next time I will even be someone of a great height,

For without the ability to move,

And if one can't groove,

And I know what's next to come,

Why should I sit here and wait,

Even if he does come late,

I'd rather sit and wait for the blood to run out of me,

Then know what's coming and live in a pretend glee.