Knife

   Oh, my steel friend.
My consort and comfort
in worst circumstances.
You bring the blood to
cleanse my soul, make
me feel whole, but remain
broken.
   Many times have I
sought your comfort.
Many times I've taken
solace in the comforting
pain you bring.
   Once again, I wish to
claim your comfort in
my shame and pain. The
scars do not go away,
but the pain does.
   The one thing under
my control is my knife.
Sometimes it feels like
you are my only friend.