My Only Friend
I have a friend.
My only friend, in fact.
He is always there for me
when the dark thoughts hit.
He is small, but
sharp.
His words have the capability to
kill.
In a world full of fakes,
he is the only one who speaks the truth.
He cuts the deception form my skin,
allowing the lies to bleed out.
His words have marked my
wrists, my
thighs, my
stomach, and my
mind,
forever changing who I am.
My friend may seems cruel, but
he is the only person who has stayed by my side through all the pain.
He may seem wrong, but
he makes me feel right inside.
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