Ripping threw my skin,

pulling and tugging my flesh off.

You are not my friend.

drying with a cloth.

Friends don't make you bleed,

they dont shove knives in your body.

one mark making the lead.

like a fucking hobby.

they don't leave your body thorn,

ripped in shreds,

they leave you as you were born.

causing you to take some meds.

You are just a blade,slicing up my arms.

scars that are self made.

lines of the harm.

you drew me in,

you were there.

like you where a kin.

family thats unfair.

Now you rott in my brain,

sitting on nothing,

as I hope to come sane.

I dont want you helping.

because you are not a friend.

You are a blade.cutting at my skin,

though the thoughts will never fade.

in my mind,

cutting is to stay.

this way my skin is kind.

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