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.
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True Poems
PoetryAll these poems will be free verse, and I write them when I feel a certain way.