Shasta

New Best Friend

Copyright, Shasta

Cold dark blade against my skin
I’ll cut in once — I’ll do it again.
The color of red rises to the top
I’m finally here I will not stop.
The glow from the moon lets a small light in
To a rush I can’t leave — the journey I’ll begin.
How much pain shall I endure
To make myself believe I’m still here for sure?
Four more cuts I shall make
For all the emotions I have to take.
I’ve cut so much I can not stop
There’s no blood present — not a single drop
I’ll cut in deeper and see what’s there
With 45 cuts I can share
I feel a rush, I feel the pain
Control once more I have gained.
This I shall carry out till the very end
With you, my secret, my new best friend.

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