The Blade


I run to the blade

and it's promise of sweet relief.

The kisses it leaves

upon my thighs and wrists

let the pain inside leak out.

You say I need help

or you laugh and jeer

at these beautiful scars

but it's you who causes this pain

one so unbearable,

that the blade is my only friend.

I'll run to the blade

for a blessed release

and pain only I can control

and only the blade can bring.

The pain you leave doesn't matter anymore

because this is a pain I can control.



this poem , its so true . it reminds me of how my best friend was when i first met her how she felt

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