THE BLADE

I am your friend

no one understands

i gave you every scare you have

i took you to the hospital,

you tell me never to stop,

so i keep going.

I've tried to end your life likes you asked

i let you bleed,

as you look down at me in your hand

you smile at all the stress that runs out of you. People think your happy and you smile back

they ask you why you wear long sleeves, you just ignore and move on. People start to wonder where you are

so they come to see you ,

they find you in our room

in the dark

all alone in a corner. They walk to you and find me in your hand. They cry and tell you to stop,

but as much as you try

you cannot, I am your friend.

 

 
 
 
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