Best Blade Friend

As I sit here
I feel my pulse
Through the cuts on my arm.

They pulse
Bump, bump, bump
With the passing seconds.

That sweet blade
Comes through for me
Whenever I need it.

It is mine.
My only.
My best friend.

Reviews

[paradise]

Really had teh depth poems need. I loved it it goes far and deep many believe there blade is ther friend it was very emtional the scars it leaves behind may seem pretty but they are hurting you and never ever help they are just marks from a battle that has yet to be won

[Victoria PoetryBunny]

Nice write, really emotional in depth and real to some lives.

[Inyourshadow]

Why a blade the scars it leaves only remind one of the emotional scars no one sees, I scratched as I have what my daughter calls b***h nails I've always had them I would rake red lines and even drew blood on occassions but the lines fade although the scars still remind me of a time before my meds. Dark poem yet nicely penned, keep em' coming

[Secret Addiction]

I really liked this, and I can relate.