Dull Knifes

My mind is like a dull knife,
Should be cutting to the bone getting rid of  the pain,
But it just lays on the surface of your arm as tears drop,
“Youll never be good enough you’ll never go anywhere”,
You push and push until it pierces your skin,
But it just sits there on your pale skin,
“Is this what they think of me”
“a dull knife, not good for anything”