fishysarah's Journal

As the blade crosses my skin

I think of the trouble that I will be in

but the relief I will bring

it's worth evreything

and brings a hope that I will be happy

I live a life of fear

that one day it will not be near

then the pain that is here

will not dissapear

and I will not see the blood that I love

This blade of mines a friend

one to keep until the end

somedays I just can't cope

so I lose all hope

and stash my buddy in my pocket

when things are just to much

and life itself has gotten in a crunch

I rember my pal and in my  skin he'll go

and as I watch the flow

it all goes away and I go back to living