A friend

I long for that feeling of taking that razor and cutting my arm.
People say it hurts me, but really it keeps me out of harm.
Holding it in my hand and pressing down.
I love the way it keeps me from a frown.

Watching the blood flow into the shower. Through my veins I feel the power.
As it falls to the ground...drip,drip,drip.
I feel my skin as it starts to rip.

I take my arm and put in under water
Through my cut I feel it get hotter.
As I start to get sad I do it again.
Hopefully after this I will get a friend.