The Blade That is My Best Friend:
There is this blade.
It is not dull, it cuts quite deep.
There is this blade.
It sits, hidden away beneath an oval shaped glass of perfume.
There is this blade.
It is my most recent companion, reliable and safe.
There is this blade.
It never leaves me and is always there when I need it.
There is this blade.
It is on my mind all night long, while I stay awake suffering.
There is this blade.
It leaves marks on my body, the way a lover does with their lips.
There is this blade.
It's loyal to me, yet nobody knows it exists.
There is this blade.
It's ready to help take the pain away.
There is this blade.
It is my best friend.
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Thoughts and Feelings
PoetryI hid these away until I knew I could get every single one out there comfortably.