Friend

by goddess-glamourpuss   Jul 10, 2006


When everything is too much for me you are there
You do not judge or ridicule
try to offer whimsical advice.
You do not shout or despair telling me I'm crazy and stupid.
Quite simply you are there.

Patiently you wait until I need you.
Hiding in darkness until I cry out to you.
Longing to see you , hold you, caress you.
Your touch is all I need to soothe me.
You know how to stop the torment.
Release the pressure inside.
No one brings me ecstasy like you.
You are my salvation.

Yet I know this can't go on.
I wake each morning feeling dirty and disgusted.
What brought me to this?
How could I feel this way about you?
What we have is wrong.
But you are my naughty little secret.
Every waking hour is filled with thoughts of you
How good you could make me feel
if I will once more let you caress my skin.

And as your sharp edge plunges into the soft flesh of my arm.
As the blood pours forth dulling your knowing glint.
I know it is too late for regret.
So tonight I sleep in blood soaked sheets.

Years have passed and I remember you still.
The scar for all to see is the gift you gave to me.
A reminder of my darkest days and how I found my way into the light.

You were there when I needed you.
And for that I thank you,
Friend.

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  • 17 years ago

    by xTheEcstasyOfSuicidex

    Not bad... It's very cliche...I'm not sure what to say, I just didn't like it. I know you can do better.

    xDarkSuicidex 4.5

  • 17 years ago

    by A Broken Bleeding Soul

    I can relate to this in every way. Even though this poem doesn't rhyme, I feel like it has a flow. I love how you've defined exactly how I feel. 5/5

    ~ Tina

  • 17 years ago

    by Polly

    Wow a very different poem.. Is it about a friend? Because it sounds to me like it could be about an object you use to self-harm... (in the poem). Anyway well done it's a good poem. 5/5
    - Polly

  • 17 years ago

    by Nancy

    Wow, I'm speechless. Is this really a friend?? I'm a little flabbergasted by this paragraphy tho:
    Yet I know this can't go on.
    I wake each morning feeling dirty and disgusted.
    What brought me to this?
    How could I feel this way about you?
    What we have is wrong.
    But you are my naughty little secret.
    Every waking hour is filled with thoughts of you
    How good you could make me feel
    if I will once more let you caress my skin.

    Why was it wrong??? It was a friend right?? I'm just a little confused here!
    Other then that, awesome well written poem!

  • 17 years ago

    by Kaylee

    What I really liked about this poem was how you talked to it as though it were a person, a friend, and some of your descriptions. I think ou could have limited the you and yours though as a suggestion. LEave it to the reader's imagination.

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