The blade which was once a shiny silver
has darkened from blood spilled.
The grip worn where i spent so many nights clenching
As i watched the blood flow gently down my scarred wrists.
It relieved so much of my pain .
So much of my anger.
It was there when i needed it unlike you.
And tonight when I'm nearing my end.
Its prepared to go new distances with me.
Tonight we're making a journey to the throat.
This will be the last time spent with my only friend.
My knife is my therapist, my friend, the only reliable thing in my whole life.
It can give me something in life you cannot. Love.
It can give me the only thing in life i want. Death.
