the blade i once took solace in
is now my enemy,
it once was my friend
but now it is my foe,
it once was my secret confidante
now it is banished from my life.
the blade i once took solace in,
that i once drew so carefully across my wrist,
that i ever so gently drew lines through my skin,
that brought me on trips to the hospital so often,
i no longer protect at all costs,
instead i fling its rusty sheath in the garbage bin.
the blade i once took solace in,
i no longer wish to know.
once my friend, my confidante,
it is now my bitter enemy, my foe
i now choose life, over a horrid bloody end,
and empowered i am, for long and safe, i shall live.
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