Staples

A staple is a staple,
No matter what you say.
No matter how you look at it,
We use them every day.

We use them for different reasons,
And there is a reason I would like to say.
I use my staple to cut myself,
And i know it's not okay.

Many know my secret,
Of spilling crimson regret.
But sometimes when I do it,
It turns out for the best.

Sometimes it scrapes my stress away,
Or cuts out my depression.
And sometimes when I'm angry,
It eases my aggression.

But each and every night,
When I spill my blood and tears,
It brings me thoughts of scary things,
Like death and other fears.

So my staple is my best friend,
It brings me comfort and joy.
Because unlike other so called friends,
It won't use me like a toy.

-Alexandra