Dear Friend

The Razor blade.

The Razor Blade:
I am a razor blade,
metal cold and grey
I have no heart,
yet I am your best friend
and you use me everyday.
you turn to me
with all the insults and hate.
A single whisper,
and you fall to the bait.
The pain you long for,
is that what you want to feel?
you use me as an escape,
but the pain is always real.
what you feel inside,
is never what you say,
try,little fighter.
It's all going to be okay.
for now,though?
when we're alone beside you I lay.
You hide me in my drawer,
and pretend I'm never there,
hoping no one would discover,
and that the scars would fade.
You hurt yourself,
but is that what you want?
you're lonely,hurt and hopeless.
you think you're such a fucking mess.
the sun will keep shining,
and it will break through the cloud.
the stars will be shining,
even though you may not,
the world will shine
not for nature,
but for how hard you've fought.
happy is a word,
that has no meaning anymore
but time will be passing,
and soon you will be heard.
It might take some time,
but you'll be fine,
and the scars will fade.
Please,
don't use me again
I'm just a bloody razor blade.
___
Food for the dead.
(Not mine)