I walked alone
down this empty road
trying to find
what i left behind,
where could it have gone?
who could have taken it?
went through my mind
it wasnt special
it wasnt expensive
but it was important to me
and I love it
it slipped away
out of my broken heart
I find it now
under the bathroom sink
I feel its cold, metalic metal
I grip it tight
and feel the blood
slip from the cut
the sting is what
releases my pain
after several more
deeper cuts
I slide my friend
back under the sink.