my one true friend

self-harm was my only real friend since i was born

Ava, your poem reads like a gentle candle burning in the window of a quiet soul. It speaks of loyalty not as a loud declaration, but as a steady hand in the dark, always there, even when the world forgets how to listen. “To catch me when I fall” — this is not just a line, it is a small psalm. You speak of a friendship without judgment, without noise, without masks and that, in itself, is rare poetry. There is a clean honesty here, like a river speaking only what it knows. The structure is soft and faithful, like a prayer whispered not to be heard by many, but meant deeply for one. The repetition of “my friend forever” holds a liturgical rhythm, as if time itself bends gently around this bond. If I may offer a humble thought: perhaps a single image: a shared silence, a place only the two of you know, a gesture, might lift this piece into something unforgettable. Poetry often finds its eternity in the smallest, most specific truths. But even as it is, Ava, your poem is a quiet act of love. It reminds us that in a world of noise, the truest things are said softly. Keep writing, the world needs more voices like yours: clear, kind, and full of light. Your friend in poetry & sorrow, Florin