My sharp friends

TW: Self-harm You say that I shouldn't… But you never really cared, The way that you yell makes me feel scared. It makes me feel alone, Like I have nowhere to call "home" So, I seek refuge in the back of my phone, In my phone case is where my friends reside. My friends, not the human kind… I hold them close to my arms and my thighs They help me to clear my mind. — you say these blades are dangerous, but I've never been scared of them like I am of you.