Maria

Bloody Friend

Copyright Maria

The feel of the cut, fills me with heat,
The “urge” this time i couldn’t beat,
The blood will flow, like my life,
I hold on steady to my knife,

It’s my pain relief, maybe a friend,
It may make the pain eventually end,
It’s my comfort i need it so,
It helps me up, when i get too low,

I have tried to put it in the bin,
But then the “urge” will always win,
I need it like you need air,
Life without it i could not bear.