She glides her finger across her old friend,
thinks of the times it nearly spelt the end.
Promises she's made not to do it again go through her head,
Heaven knows she wants to do it again,
She misses the numbness,
Misses the thrill,
Misses the bloodshed,
Misses that sensation as it runs along her skin.
But she promised never to do it again.
She runs her fingers on scars past,
they are ugly and hidious,
yet she doesn't regret not one,
for they remind her of what was,
the people that hurt her,
the nightmares that eat away at her,
how things were then,
how they are better now,
she wonders why she still feels the need for her friend,
it's been fifteen months without it,
she struggles to remember life without it,
she wants it's back,
but it'll hurt him too much,
can love be enough,
to save her from this nightmare and hurt?
Or will she crumble and tumble,
cave into the temptation,
let the nightmare beat her,
forget all that's good,
be the fool in it all.
Blade of friendships dead and gone,
Is it so wrong to carry on?
