One, two, three, just above the knee
Blood is my reward but pain is my fee
Voices in my head tell me where to cut
And I have to oblige for I am stuck in a rut
Every insult I get, I mark on my skin
The worst part is that most come from my kin
I have no friends, save for my faithful blade
It doesn't judge, but makes all pain fade
I don't want to die, but am I even living?
Is life supposed to feel like eternal grieving?
In all honesty, what I crave is a smile
Not of pity, nor a fake one, just a genuine smile
Now I'm hooked and can't sleep without a cut or two
I loathe the junky I am turning into
There's no room on my thighs, so I move on to my arm
That was a blessing in disguise as it started to raise alarm
I don't want to die, but am I even living?
Is life supposed to feel like eternal grieving?
In all honesty, what I crave is a smile
Not of pity, nor a fake one, just a genuine smile
When you hit rock bottom, the only other way is up
I'm now two weeks clean after getting into rehab
I know nothing of the future but it won't include "My Blade And I"
I know have friends and maybe even a fighting chance.
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Dedicated to_________for you're strength and resilience.
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Love, Keaton
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