I put my wrist under the cold running water.
Blood staining the crystal white sink.
Another problem, another cut.
I smile as I see the blood.
Its beautiful bright color puts a smile on my face.
I don’t ever think that I could live without my only friend Blade.
He loves to see me every day.
But one day someone interfered and I got new friends.
Blade left me to sit in a corner.
I miss him everyday.
Not being able to see his shining face when I come home with a problem.
But I know one day I will se him again.
Call me back Blade.
quite like the way you share a personal comparison of having a 'blade' as friend, but then sharing the deep past feeling for the 'blade' Really nice
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
iight this was good...a little physco but good