My Little Friend

by Zoe   Oct 7, 2006


My little friend
is small and grey
he meets my wrist
and my pain goes away

my little friend
fits in my fingers
all my pain is erased
sorrow no longer lingers

hitting my wrist
blood falls to the ground
a new pleasure
has been found

my ilttle friend
has accomplished a task
making sorrow fade
thats all i can ask

i\\\'m proud of myself
as i look as my wrist
tears didn\\\'t fill my eyes
i didn\\\'t make a fist

my little friend
is special to me
he makes everything better
he sets me free

not my best but comment anyway!

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  • 17 years ago

    by Lady Nik

    Great poem i can relate so much to what you are saying. i sometimes refer to my razor as my friend too. but nice job shanik