Category : Poems

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Dear knife 
Infinite pain
Build up deep inside 
I have to let these feelings out
Who can i confide
Dark silver blade 
The only one I trust 
The one I turn to
When life becomes to much

Dear knife 
A babbling brook red and warm
From lies, hate, betrayal, thick and strong 
Trickling down my arm
A dirty little secret they call self harm

Dear knife
Long jacket 
To cover my pain
To hide my shame
To cover my grief 
That's what you did for me

Dear knife 
I thought you were my friend 
Oh how I was wrong 
You ruined my life
With a body covered in scars
You begged me to use you
I now, am done
Done with the hurting and disappointing 
Done with a dirty little secret 
They call self harm

Oh beloved knife, I know I bid you gone
I still always think of you
Through the dark raining nights all so long
I guess I'll always love you
Even though you did me wrong 
You evil damned little thing
I use to know as self harm....