I've come to the decision
That friendship is a knife
You grab onto one for self defense
To protect your very life
You keep it by your side
And when things are looking grey
You clutch it even tighter
To keep your enemies at bay
The knife gives you security
And you know it is always there
But sometimes after a bit of time
That knife begins to wear.
The handle might break off
Leaving nothing but the blade
But it's the knife that you are used to
So you grab it; unafraid
It cuts into your hand
but you try to ignore the pain
Hanging onto this piece of you
Is worth the open vein
As you're hurting more and more
You hold on to the knife more firmly
Until the knife begins to hurt so much
That you are begging it for mercy
The tighter you hang onto it
The more damage it can do
Only one person can make it stop
In the end, that person is you