Sliver friend- Fiona Mwangala
I've been told time after time that this was bad
And overall it generally made people sad
When things get too out of hand
I grab my magic wand
And so I cut and cut with my trusty friend
Or so to speak my silver blade
To you, it may sound dumb
But it helps me stay a little numb
Even though I might end up dead
For me, It would be a happy end
I'll sing and dance in the bowels of hell
Smiling quite wide as I come out of my shell
Some might think I'm rather mad
But dancing in hell made me rather glad
So sadly in the end I made my bed
And now I lie with my silver friend who I gladly wed.
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(I hope you guys enjoyed this little poem I wrote along time ago when I was going through some difficult things. I would never endorse any self harm but this is just how I felt at that time.
if you are someone who struggles with self harm please speak out to someone or send me a message and we can chat.
From now on I’ll be posting my own poems and I hope someone out there will find them enjoyable. Have a lovely rest of your day😊)