The blade: my only companion in this time of need.
it fixes my problems, dries my tears,
yet at the same time bleeds me dry.
it makes me forget, helps me relax,
it's odd, what people think is pain, I define as a type of pleasure.
relieves pain from life and replaces it with simple pain from a simple blade
yet as my relationship with the blade grows, the more hiding,
the more covering up I have to do to make sure our friendship stays secret.
Make sure no one takes my blade away.
Tracing the scars, I can count the times my wrist and my blade have met.
I can remember the reason for each meeting as well.
I can still see the product of last time me and my blade met for our little rendezvous.
Sometimes I hate my blade and I try and end our friendship. But when I'm in trouble,
I always ended up coming back for more. He's addictive and seductive.
A quick solution to my fears. My blade is like a quick pain killer for all life's problems
but he is also a problem that I can't get to go away.
I watch as his sharp head slices through my skin again and again
shorter, longer, deeper, softer, alternating his prescription for a temporary solution.
He makes me bleed. deep and dark shades of blood gather at my wounds
and quietly seep down staining my skin with every inch it gains
you know its funny how such a small tool could cause so much commotion
only a few share a friendship with such an object like me and my blade
only they aren't as careful as we are. they get caught and broken up.
some are fortunate enough to be reunited with their long lost friends
while others are lost forever and never seen again.
I didn't go and find my blade, my blade found me
and how I wish he hadn't for as much as I love my blade at times
when I see MY skin slashed MY blood dripping
and knowing that that sacred meeting between my blade and I is now there forever
for everyone to see and question I wonder. Is it worth it for only a temporary solution?