The Blade is Postitioned

another poem about my friend and for some reason, i cant help but feel that we r slowly drifting further apart. god i miss her...

I'm smiling can't you see?

Misery isn't there, I'm just happy

If that's what you see, then fine

Just let me slit my wrist one last time

Don't worry, i can be trusted

Oh s**t you saw the cuts, now i'm busted

It's nothing to get worked up about

If you don't believe me; go ahead, doubt

Being happy just doesn't come easy

Leave me alone, just let me be

There's no need to worry, I'll heal

If you want proof, then let's make a deal

I'll give up our friendship if i don't quit

If i stop, then we're friends that's it

Reality has yet again struck, so i find my blade

You watch as i cut, what a mistake i have made

Won't you forgive me, i promise i'll be good

That wasn't convincing, I did the best i could

Who cares about us? I've got more friends

Our friendship will last, no deals or rule bends

Just real family who don't judge my actions

They understand my life, the unbearable distractions

We sit on the floor, slicing in perfect harmony

Watching the crimson spill, watching the fall of misery.

 

Author's Note

*Not about me*