My best friend

by AnorexicDream   Jul 5, 2005


My best friend
is goning to be there til the end

it helps me through everyday
in a special kind of way

it makes me cry
but its good u may wonder why

i love it
yet i hate it

i wanted to stop
but it wouldn't let me drop

i need it everyday
there it no more that i can say

i love the ease
but there are big fees

those scars
i have it everywhere even in the car

i hide the marks
we only play in the dark

my best friend helps me escape my life
and all of my strife

i love it so much
i have to pry it from my clutch

it got a lil out of control
but i don't care my heart has turned to coal

i use it to attempt to take my life
my best friend is my knife

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