True Poems

The Blade

The blade used to be my friend, 

I'll tell you all about my friend.

It was scary, and exciting that blade,

it was the pain that got me hooked.

I was not the type of person I was then,

I wish I could go back to the old me

the me where I was social and free.

But I met the blade in a time of need,

that blade was my only friend when no one cared.

I took advantage of my friend, 

I used it only three times.

Then the blade that was my friend,

became the blade that was my enemy.

My friend became my enemy,

I was scared and frightened to go back

but maybe one day my friend will understand

because that friend has taken others.

My friend, my enemy, my long gone fear.

I only hope I'll never need that friend again,

because if I do I'll become my own enemy.