I have a large mug to fill with fuel
that will hopefully keep me awake.
Dark, shiny, silky, thin ;
it is the looking-glass that peers into my soul.

I have a hoodie to keep me safe
from any unsettling emotions.
Blue, big, thick, warm;
it is the shroud that protects me from me.

I have a blade to appease my hatred
towards myself, towards everything.
Blunt, sharp, silver, pain;
it is the relief I get from my day.

I have a notebook to hold my secrets
that morph into structured words.
Black, pencilled, piercing words;
it is what I want to become some day.