Ever had that feeling where you just want to cry? You just want to hold someone and cry on their shoulder, but there's no one to cry on? That's how I felt a couple months ago. I want comfort, I wanted relief, and I found some... They're friends who stick by my side no matter what.
Self Mutilation is the shoulder I cry on; my blood is the tears. Self Mutilation, let's call him Blades, that's his first name and he likes it better. It's easier to say. Well anyway, Blades likes to help me the best he can, but he always leaves me feeling empty when he goes home. He lives very close to me, so he can always come over when I need him. I met his sister about two months ago, before I met him. Her name was Scratch. She didn't help as much as Blades does, and she rarely comes over anymore. They're both part of the Self Mutilation family name, just so you know. Don't tell Scratch I said this, but I like her brother better. Blades provides more relief than she did. I cry just as much as any other sad person. The only difference is that Blades is the shoulder I cry on, and my blood is my tears. My tears are more metallic than your tears. You know how, after you cry, your tears leave little trails on your cheeks? My tears do the same thing, except they're red and on my arm. Though, sometimes, they leave white lines that don't go away.
Crying sometimes makes me weak at the knees, and I occasionally need Snacks when Blades comes over. She's nice, too. She helps me not feel so light-headed after crying so much. She doesn't come over as often as Blades does. Usually she only comes over if I've been crying hard and need a little help getting back on my feet. Her younger cousin, Tissue, wipes away my tears just like she does yours. She doesn't care if she gets my tears on her, she just wants to help. She usually shows up before Blades does, just in case I need her. She's a sweet little girl.
My best friends: Blades, Scratch, Snacks, and Tissue. I don't know what I'd do without them. I don't reccommend you hang out with them, though. They're those friends that don't like to be away from you for long. I've gotten used to them. You shouldn't get used to them. Let little Tissue dry your tears from your cheeks, not your arm. Tell Blades to go home and take his sister with him. Snacks' sister, Comfort Food, would be willing to help you feel better when you're sad, but she doesn't like coming over if Blades and Scratch have been there, so make sure you don't let them come over. She'll give you a nice big tub of ice cream if a boy has broken your heart. Oh, by the way, Blades will eventually break your heart. I learned that the hard way. Don't fall for Blades. He isn't worth it. Scratch is a brat.
Don't cry the way I do. It isn't worth it. You'll only end up crying more and more.
And you'll never feel better afterwards.
Blades, Scratch. Go home. Please. I don't want to hang out with you anymore. I don't want to offend you, you've helped a bit, but you've also hurt me. Please go home.
Snacks, you're cool, but you help me in the wrong way. Comfort Food could've brought me something before I felt like I needed Blades, Scratch, or you. Please go home.
Tissue, dry my tears from my eyes, not from my arm. Thank you for trying to help, I'm sorry for using you to dry my red tears. You can stay. I'll try not to get blood on your pretty white dress again.
I've said that over and over to them, and they honour it. I'm the one who crawls back to them...
Because I realize...
I don't know what to do without them.