Screw friends, get blades.

Why have friends when you can have blades?
Sweet, sharp, and ready to cut blades,
Right at your finger tips.
They'll give you the pain you want, the pain you deserve,
The pain that makes you feel, and the pain that makes you numb.
They never talk, but can carve names into your skin.
Names you agree with, ones you can't argue with.
You can always come to a perfect agreement with each other.
Agreeing that you're worthless, fat, or a slut.
What's even better is that your blades never have to leave your side.
You can keep then in your phone case,
or in your pocket,
or even wear them as a bracelet.
You can have double the amount of blades than you have friends.
So you never feel lonely.
The only problem is, no one will approve of them.
Perhaps it's disappointment, or that they're worried, even jealousy.
But what ever their emotion is, they will never understand why you love blades,
and not your friends.
So to prevent all of this, and to meet their approval,
hide your blades, keep your carved names untold, and your scars covered.
Once you do all this, and forever keep yourself buried,
The world to you,
Will be unknown.