~My Best Friend~

My best friend is soft,
But sharp when I am angry.
My best friend hurts me,
But only when I want hurt.
My best friend brings me roses.
A deep red, almost purple.
The roses are my blood,
Seeping through my fresh wounds.
My best friend is soft,
But because of the silver.
My best friend is sharp,
But because of the blade.
My best friend is my knife,
Always there when I need it.
My enemy is my problem,
Because I cannot stop.
Just kill me now, I plead.
So that I will not cut again.