My New Friend

This is the third in a series of poems that I have made. Check out the first two (my most recent ones).

Whispers echo
Off every wall,
Through every hall,
In the locker room.
Everything they assume,
Every lie that they spread
Reaches my ears,
Engulfs my mind
Like a the waves lapping the shore,
Always receding,
But always returning.

Drunken babble,
Sober chaos,
Leather belts,
Metal poles.
A slap across my face,
A kick to my butt,
Blood smeared over my body.
No one there to see me cry.

Whispers echo
Off every "friend",
Through every clique,
In every mind.
Everything they ever said,
All of it one big lie
To see if they could make me cry.
Like rain clouds blowing in the wind,
I refuse until I am out of their sight.

Mother is never there
In person, but in heart.
Father is never there
In heart, but in person.
Another beating,
Another reason to cry.
Too many tomorrows,
Too many have passed.

Alone,
By myself,
Surrounded by whispers,
Murmurs,
Fire,
Escaping from the mouths of dragons.
Ice cold contempt,
Ice cold hate,
Ice cold enmity
Melts away to reveal something much worse headed my way.

Alone,
Alone together,
Just me and my new friend.
Silver and sharp,
Used and forgotten;
We have so much in common.
He gives me red wrists
And euphoric pain,
And I clean him off
After every meeting.