I have a friend.

My only friend, in fact.

He is always there for me

when the dark thoughts  hit.

He is small, but

sharp.

His words have the capability to

kill.

In a world full of fakes,

he is the only one who speaks the truth.

He cuts the deception form my skin,

allowing the lies to bleed out.

His words have marked my

wrists, my

thighs, my

stomach, and my

mind,

forever changing who I am.

My friend may seems cruel, but

he is the only person who has stayed by my side through all the pain.

He may seem wrong, but

he makes me feel right inside.