Today i get my blade
from my one and only friend
the only one that understands
my life wont make it to gods end
shes supplying me with the stuff
that let me make my death easier it may seem
shes giving me this blade to cut
or a shoulder if i need to lean
she has all the same problems
that must be how we relate
but when it comes down to it
well leave it up to fate.
*this is pretty much a horrible poem lol...not one of my best. but i just started writing until i got my blade...so yeah...thanks for reading and voting and commenting if you do though.*
