Therapy

I Worry

I worry about you darling

I may be metal and have no heart

You knew the price from the start

As I carve and carve at your scarred wrist

I feel in your brain there has to be a twist

Is it healthy to turn to me for help?

When if I was to scar another they would cry and yelp

Your empty feeling leaves you rather alone

But I don't sit alone in your home

In your room I am usually kept hidden and sealed

Even though near your heart your dreams become real

You use me to express your unbearable self-hate

But should I really be used in this way to create

The pain you yearn for, to finally feel

You need me for pleasure, but I can see the pain is real

What your feeling inside, is not at all what you show

Unless it is just you me in your room at night, all alone

You seem to keep this secret from those you protect

But is this a secret that should be kept?

I know that your feelings cannot be ignored

But this cutting and slicing should not be endured

I know that I hurt you but I guess that is what you want

But you have gotten so pale, so boney and gaunt

I shouldn't worry, hope that you will stop one day

But those deep dark scars, just won't go away

As the crimson fountain streams from your arm

I really wish you wouldn't do so much harm

But how would I protect? How could I save?

When I am nothing, but one of your blades

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