My Only Friend Poem by Kev Elmer

This razor blade my only friend,
your always here when I need,
Ill cut my arms and legs,
or anywhere I'll bleed.

Every cut causes a release,
a crimson river I adore,
releasing my pain in these rivers,
makes me want it more.

To increase the flow,
here is a trick of mine,
push the vein to the skin,
and cut across in a line.

It has to be right,
not to fast and not to slow,
it has to be perfect,
just thought you should know.

So hello again my only friend,
It's just you and me,
though the good times and the bad,
anotehr release it has to be.

Washing my pain away,
brings a tear to my face,
my heart will skip a beat,
then it will pick up pace.