Poems For Death✔️

Razor Blade

I may be metal and have no heart,
But in your life I have come part,
As I cut and carve at your tender wrist,
I feel in your brain there must be a twist,
Is it normal to turn to me for help?
But if I scar another, they scream and yelp,
You're feeling empty and rather alone,
But I'm left sitting alone in your home,
In your bathroom cabinet I'm usually sealed,
Although next to your heart, your dreams become real,
You se me to express your raw self hate,
But should I be used In this way to create?
The pain that you long for, you yearn to feel,
You want me for pleasure, but your pain is real,
What you're feeling inside, is not what you show,
Unless it's you and me in your bathroom alone,
You try to keep secrets from those who protect,
But is it right for this secret to be kept,
I know what you feel, it can't be ignored,
But the slitting and cutting can not be endured,
I know that I hurt you, and that's what you want,
But you've gotten so pale and withered and gaunt,
I shouldn't worry, you'll stop one day,
But the deep, dark scars will not go away,
As the Scarlett fountain seeps through your arm,
I really wish you wouldn't do so much harm,
But how can I protect? How can I save?
When I am nothing more than your trusty razor blade.