Thank you, blade

I love you

you are always there for me

my dear friend

my shiny metal blade.

You helped me

a lot

when I felt I would fall.

when the world decided

it would hate me

you didn't

you beckoned me near

When you did

I could slit my wrist

and let blood flow

and relief come to

when I felt really down

you would remind me of my wish

and helped me try 

even if I didn't succeed

I could always try

to hit the vain

so I would be in my grave

you were always there

when friends where not

thank you

my blade

friend

family I love

 

Author's Note

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Reviews

[Curtis.Lenker]

Wow this poem is amazing. Such powerful raw emotion. I have had a problem with cutting as well in my lifetime. I know what its like to have the blade be your best friend and yet your worst enemy. Cutting was something we should never do no matte who bad we feel. You should check out my poem called My Favorite its kind similar in subject. I love this work here. I defiantly can not wait to read more of your writing.