Madam Cuts-a-lot

My Buddy

Copyright, Madam Cuts-a-lot

I have a little buddy, It’s cute and it is tiny. It is silver and it is shiny, smooth edges and it’s pointy. It goes with me wherever I go, so that I know I am never alone. At school I keep it in my backpack, so when I’m mad, myself I will attack. When I’m at home it is lying on my shelf, just waiting for my need to have to hurt myself. Or sometimes it is in my secret box, hidden inside my little sock. It also has some other friends, their reign on me just never ends. Sometimes I long for its protection, slicing thinly into my skin. As blood trickles down my arm, I do not know that I’ve commited harm. My buddy is always there for me, it is my form of therapy.

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