The Person

There's a person I don't speak about I try to push them from my mind But there's a self-control drought I can't leave the past behind They introduced me to something dark Something steeped in despair And when the knife hit its mark When I needed help, they weren't there It began as curiosity But grew into monstrosity Now our friendship is spent All I can do is resent The person who ruined my life Who showed me what you can do with a knife

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