Shiny Friend

As I sit here in my class.
On my life I'm losing grasp.
Everything is passing by.
I'm sure that slowly I will die.

I have a friend,
He loves me lots.
He helps me bleed,
He reads my thoughts.

He's always there,
Whenever I fall,
Although he is
Quite very small.

He catches me,
On the tip of his blade.
And he's there with me,
As slowly I fade.

Together we sit,
Here in my room.
We speak of things,
Like my sure doom.

He feels bad,
And wants to help.
So he releases,
The feelings I felt.