Dear Knife,

This was written by someone feeling a great deal of pain in their lives and I wanted to share it cause I know alot of us are going threw hard times today..

Dear Knife,

A babbling brook red and warm

From lies, hate, and betrayal thick and strong

Trickling down my arm

A dirty little secret they call self harm

Dear Knife,

Long black sleeves

To cover my pain

To hide my shame

To cover my grief

And hide my relief

That’s what you did for me

Dear Knife,

I thought you were my friend

Oh how I was wrong

You ruined my life

With a body covered in scars

You beg me to use you

But I now I’m done

Done with the hurting…and disappointing

Done with a dirty little secret they call self harm

But oh beloved knife, I know I bide you gone

I still always think of you

Through the dark rainy nights all so long

I guess I’ll always love you even though you did me wrong

You evil damned little thing…I use to know as self harm.