Deeper, deeper, deeper the blade slides in. The pain it feels so much like heroin. Its funny how this pain, this physical pain, eats away the emotional pain. My blade is my ownly real friend. It is there for me when i feel sad,mad,depressed, or even repressed. My friend she is such a good friend. She is there for me, she really cares. No one cares for me in the way that she does. Friends will always fail me or betray me. Friends will always die on me. She never will. My friends will not be there for me in the END, but she will. Sometimes she cuts shallow, and sometimes she cuts deep. No matter, in the end she and only she takes the pain away. When the pain is deep she goes deep. She is my blade, my own blade. It is said that "nothing cuts you deeper than your own blade" with my blade, my friend, this is true.