''Friend''

I have a friend,always there
till the end,i am scared.
 
Never speaks,
of sadness reeks.
 
Never leaves,
to me he clings.
 
I feel sad, dead inside,
but he will stay by my side.
 
He grabs my arm,and holds me tight,
in my ear, whispers  lies.
 
Tired of this,with knife at hand,
cutting deep,i fall asleep.
 
Dripping blood,from the tub,
and my friend finally left...