A Cutters Best Friend

A Cutters best friend
some days starts off okay
others no so good
it doesn't really matter
cuz it all ends up the same
sitting alone with my best friend
the one and only thing
that helps me get through it all
my razor blade
its always there
no matter wat situation is
i reach into my pocket
and pull it out
make one cut
all the S**t starts to fade
i keep going
each cut deeper than the last
gotta stop
have to save room for the next day to come

"i wrote this poem bcuz my friend Christen die from doing this everyday and the next to cum one day she went to deep and u can only know wat happen"