My friend

My friend,
has a razor sharp end,
a silver blade,
just thick enough,
for a cut to be made.

people cut,
out of sorry,
for themselves,
and for others,
but i cut for me,
out of my depressing hours.

the blood that runs,
down the sink,
doesn't take that much,
to make me think.

if this hadn't happened,
if i wasn't one of those girls,
then maybe my life would have a meaning,
maybe I'd be real.

the thing that keeps me sane,
causes so much pain,
but it's the pain,
that keeps me sane!

so you see,
my friend,
is the best,
that i have ever had!

Please comment! I know it a little confusing!

Monica xoxo