The Friend I Never Had
This is the only way I know howGoing too fast,
Yet so slow
The blade is all I can see
It calls to me
Cutting away the sad
It's the friend I never had
A thousand ways to fall
I lost it all
Discarded scars cover my limbs
For all my sins
This is the worst
Am I cursed?
The scars, though silent, scream
The cold metal searches my skin,
Then digs and finds blood within.
The wound opens like a mouth
And silently screams out red emotion
I bet the reaper take me with his scythe
And leave me not another day alive.
And yet, against my prayers, I still survive.
Will this hell, this torture, not be done?
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