Befriending a person is like handling a knife. On one end it's sharp and penetrating, while the other is blunt and useful. Depending on which end we meet, that person can either be accompanied for generations in our lives forever or disposed just like any other kitchen appliance.
I know instantly when I'm holding onto someone by their sharp edge, when everything I do with them seems like I'm just hurting myself. If they aren't the ones shouting, I am. If they're not the ones stabbing, I am. As long as I keep on to them, it's as if I'm sharpening their razor end. The longer I held, the sharper it gets. The sharper the knife, the bloodier the stab. But a stab of a sharp knife is rapid and less painful, compared to a blunt handle bludgeoned multiple times.
The blunt end; a friend that I consider very compatible, sometimes we do argue with but most of the time we both get along well. Spending every moment with them is never dull, often times jokingly mocking each other. Sarcastic remarks, mocking each other's moms; it's fine because they, in contrast with the previous paragraph, are the handle. They seem blunt, at times too blunt. Little do I know, any object is lethal with the right amount of force.
The friend that I considered tolerable and understanding, one day hit a critical point. The point where I was too reckless with words, and incited their violence upon myself. With the force they have, albeit blunt in nature, hurts more than any sharp knives would. The bludgeoning swings they bring are enough to leave a scar on me. A hole of which they left, forever brings me towards guilt. A gaping space of which they filled before, now left to rot and smell.
People come and they go, as cliche as it may sound. Nobody is worth dying over. True friends never leave their circle wandering in the dark. A sane person who wants to be together with you will have a seat and discuss their feelings face to face instead of fist to fist. When it is detrimental to your own wellbeing, it is better to be alone than to succumb to parasites. Wounds heal, and scars disappear. With the right cure, you will find your way in life.
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