My Best Friend

He is cold like metal,
He is thin,and bendable.
He slices through easily,
Making the blood flow pleasingly.

I call him blade,
Our friendship will never fade.

My best friend,
Is the end.

His cold metal body,
Touches my thigh,
Moves ever so slightly,
And blood catches my eye.

My best friend,
Does his job,
He releases my sadness,
Like I do on my journal blog.

He cuts through skin,
As easily as paper,
He is my hearts keeper.

My best friend,
May leave one day,
And I'll be free like a blue jay.

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