| Dear Blade It has been has been 21 days, 507 hours, 9 minuets, 11 seconds Since the blade kissed my skin. Oh I long for the cold metal to slide into me Slippery blood, the red almost makes me cry Sweet release, beautiful freedom My skin crawls knowing I could Knowing that the world will not end If I give in again, Time seems to taunt me with every tick of the clock Tick Come on Tick you know Tick you want it Can the words I write over and over again In my head and on my walls Replace the relationship With me and the blade? Will they sooth me like you did? Can they make the emotional pain, Dissolve away, like rain Or is it futile to even attempt You sit there, in my box Rags, bandages, matches As your companions You gleam at me, as if you are almost smiling Beckoning to me �Yes Heather, I miss you� I cannot rid myself of you How do you throw away a dear friend? You hear the words too, They sank into your metallic gleam And you took care of them, slice As the blood washes completely over you Its almost as if I can hear a sigh of relief from you Bathed in Peace. Like the words hurt you too. And the blood was the medicine I would put you back in the box, Sometimes blood still on you, And there you would wait You knew Id come back And now you scream �I MISS YOU� |