My Only Friend

I look at it as my artistic expression, with each slash on my legs I have expressed my inner pain”that are simply too intense to be articulate by words. Straight lines and with spherical drop of blood leaving their distant so beautifully along the wound, how can anything be more beautiful than this? With each cut I can only smile because it's my only friend who can comfort me. They let me take out my pain, my fear, my anxiety and it keeps me from staying right by my phone waiting for it to ring. It's dependable; it's my necessity, my most valuable possession. I can pour my heart out in thousands of pad paper but it can never compensate for the pain in my heart. These cuts on my wrist and legs are my only home away from home. I can rely on them and they can rely on me. They understand my pain, and know my problems without me having to utter a single word. They're my mirror image, they're me, they're pure and truthful. They don't comfort me with words but with the intensity of its stunning pain that relieve me from everything that has gone wrong. They see right through me in the way I want people to and they never pass judgment, they keep my secrets deep within my own body. With each cut it's like they speak to me, not with words of comfort but of honesty. Each piece of shatter glass is my paint brush and I'm the canvas, I can draw a depressed girl longing to get out and be heard with simply a single line.

More than anything, they will understand and support my every decision, if I need to end my life, they'll let me. They'll help me, they will take the burden in my heart away from me and they'll release me from every poisonous thoughts lurking inside. My sharp edges will take me in its arms and ease my every pain, they'll never let me go or be disappointed, they are my soul mate my one and only.