*****Hey so this is just a poem I came up with on cutting and self harm... So if you don't like that kind of stuff then don't read. But if you do :/ then go ahead and read on. Vote, comment, fan! Thanks!*******
Blade.
Hello my friends,
I bring you promises of a pain free life.
My name you ask,
Well you can call me Blade. Razor Blade.
I'll be your best friend.
I'll help you through this.
I'll bring you a high that will temporarily get rid of this pain and torment.
I leave you wanting more of me.
But you must know that I don't do this for free...
There is a price that you must pay.
I hope blood doesn't make you queasy.
Because that is the price you must be willing to pay.
Hey I'll even throw in some battle wounds for you.
Wouldn't that be nice?
We'll be best friends till you're six feet under.
No one will ever know you like I know you.
Don't worry I won't tell a soul about our dirty love affair.
I'll always be there for you, in your pocket,
In your empty mint can.
In your dresser.
I'm always here for you, i'll be your best friend.
Even when your family and friends send you away and all that surrounds you are four blank white walls.
I'll always be here.
I'm easy to hide.
I'm addicting.
No one will have to know about me.
Oh by the way, you can never get rid of me.
I'm always here,
In your nightmares,
In your thoughts,
Taunting you, calling your name.
Just one sweet cut, that's it.
It's simple and freeing.
Just like death.