learning how to cope

There’s a black tipped knife
Poised right above my head
With a tip slip of a tongue
I will end up dead

With the knife so black
And the blood so thick
All my skin
With scars i'll nick

With nothing left
But blackened dreams
My “friend” begin to
Tear apart my seams

With the cotton beginning to unpick
And the scars beginning to bleed
There’s nothing that I can do
And nothing I need

But I’m learning somehow
There’s another way to cope
And stop my self from falling
Down the blood stained slope

So i'll put the knife away
And pretend that it’s not there
Because I know in this world
Some friends do actually care