"The blade shines with a welcoming smile Greeting the flesh it hasn't seen in awhile Old friends they were, they used to speak About all of their problems and how they turned out so weak While the blood rushed so did their tears Then they drifted, for about a year Then reunited like they never left each other And talked about stress, boy problems, and mothers But the conversation that triggered the first bit of tears is the silent cry flesh holds - that no one seems to hear She's lonely she explains As the blade listens dearly Then drives into the skin Leaving a mark so clearly They begin a relationship, the flesh and the blade Unspeakable to others, one they both made And when they separate, oh that won't be the end For they have something stronger, they are old friends So 'goodbye for now,' Says the blade to the skin 'Don't let it be too long, till I see you again'"
This is about my past with cutting my wrists due to some of the issues I mentioned in the poem.