I used my pocket knife to cut it open and I noticed it was flesh. I didn't know what it was so I went on down to another part of the bag and saw a heel and I realized it was a person.

I grab a knife and hide, I wanna stop my life and die. But instead i just close my eyes, reach out my arm and cut away all the lies. Tears roll down my cheek, I thought i was strong, but i realise now that i am weak.

He strangled them, cut their throats with a knife and then took everything they had.

When they got there, they noticed (Antone) was inside his apartment and was stabbing something with a large knife.

Loss is a knife, constantly cutting, but over time the blade dulls, and the cuts aren't as sharp. It's always there in the drawer, but you realize it doesn't cut as deeply anymore.

I've noticed that the more I open up, the more I learn.