Sick.

Get sicker or get better.

Swallow it or throw it up. Come and go. Roll slightly through the crowd.
Ask the mirror where you got that shit from. Wither away. Get lost.
Looking for the point, suck all these up. The knife doesn't have a point if you don't need one. The point doesn't exist if you don't feel it in your guts. Is there a point where there is no knife?

Looking for the light?

Try the knife. The light you're looking for will come through the clouds. It will hug you melting the knife. Forming the point.