At the End of the Knife

There you scream, tears in eyes

And I stop to wonder why

Why is it that it's ending like this?

And yet I stare and glare at your image from afar

They call for help

They wift you away

And there you stay another day

I wonder what comes at the end of the knife

....when apart of your insides are torn out

And then many hours have come and gone and I get to discover

After the knife is a new beginning

one with ten fingers and toes

And no longer do I suffer;

for, the rips, tears and pain

Results in the greatest gain.