BLADE AND WRENCH

As I sit alone siting looking
at this dark cold storm
along with
my friend.
This friend isn't
just a friend
it leaves me wounds
and sores.
This friend is called
BLADE!
so when ever I
feel ashamed
of me i hold on tight
to my friend blade
he eases my pain
he makes it all go away.
when i drop to the floor
thats when no one
hears me,the doors are
all closed!
now I lay here in the rain
my hair is dripping wet
the blood pouring down
along with it.
Now I'm cold,I run
and hide from this world
I don't know how to
live in it any more!
So all the wounds
and sores
no longer hurt no more!
I'll end it quick
I must end it fast
I have not that
long to live for me
I've lived the last
cut so i hold onto
this new special friend
which I'll bring out
my new friend
wrench!!!!!