The Worst Kind Of Friend

Tearing me apart from the inside out,
the worst kind of satisfaction.
The slice and dice movement ,
frantically, until the river flows,
until i see the red, as i runs down my skin and the white it becomes later.
The relief it brings, the painful memories it takes away.
The emotions it hides,
It all flows out in one whirlwind of scarlet,
taking away my freedom, controlling my mind,
slowly, carefully, making its move on my sanity.
i never had a chance when faced between outside pain and inside relief,
and so i call it, the worst kind of friend.