Blade:My Best Friend

My nights were long and cold
although i am only 14 years old
i sit here by my dresser with a blade in my hand
thinking about all my friends and my old band
how my mom took me far away
and about a very good day
the day a pencil sharpener came unscrewed
took away my pain and helped me get cooled
the blade my best friend became my enemy
now I'm fighting all these wants to bleed are in me
the blades wrapped in gauze covered in my blood
now this idea gets stupid like a dud
i want to stop my needs for a close friend
i want all these thoughts to end
but they wont go away
they're here to stay
along with a blade my best friend