Love is Lonely

I am my only friend

I am my only friend
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I give you this knife,
now stick it in my heart.
Make sure to twist it,
while it all falls apart.
Drive my head,
through the glass real hard.
Then I cut myself,
with every last shard.
As I bleed out all over,
again I start to feel.
I then start to believe,
that none of this is real.
Here is where you see,
what is at the end.
It is all quite a shame,
that I am my only friend.