My best friend

by Laura   Dec 8, 2004


A sharp shiny blade
my best friend
always by my side
till the very end.
a thin metal blade
sharp on one side
on my skin it lays
then moves through with a glide
a drop of blood
falls from my wrist
but thats not enough
i must have missed
so we try it again
a little harder this time
it sounds like its bad
but its still not a crime
so we try once more
and i hit the spot
fall to the floor
like being shot
I'm still breathing
so I'm not quite dead
I'm slowly dieing
i painfully move to my bed
no one knows
that I'm, going away
no one is home
that's why i chose to do it today
i could have been saved
on any other day
but i wanted to end my life
i just couldn't live that way
so now you know the story
behind my true best friend
and why it was by my side
when my life had to end...

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