THE KNIFE PRESSED AGAINST MY THROAT

The knife pressed against my throat
What if I miss it ?
What if I fail ?
I would remain here with no voice
No words would come out of my mouth anymore
Not like I speak now, anyway
Nobody would notice a difference
They never listened before so why today ?
'A quick cut and it'll all be over'
The voice in my head says
'Be strong, you know you want to do it'
I'll bleed to death on the floor
Within minutes I'll be covered in my blood
Is it right, is it wrong
Nobody will ever know