A poem to my squishie

i've been broken, I've been hurt. I've been kicked, and pushed in dirt. My heart's been stepped on, My heart's been broke. I watched it crumble, I watched it choke. My tears have fallen, my eyes have cried. My soul's been battered, by what I keep inside. This hand is empty, cold, and afraid. My sorrows covered, hidden with a blade. And it helps releave the pain, and it helps to keep me whole. Bruising my body, but healing my soul. But something else helps me, more than a blade could do. It's the power of a friendship, that comes from me and you. merry christmas baby girl.... i love ya like a sister, and a bestest friend forever...