Poems of a Marked Heart

Razor Blade

I may be metal and have no heart

But in your life, I have become apart

As I carve at your tender wrist

I feel in your brain there must be a twist

Is it normal to turn to me for help?

When I scar another they scream and yelp

You're feeling empty and alone

But I'm not left sitting alone in your home

In your books and journals I'm normally sealed

You use me to express your self hate

But should I be used in this way to create

The pain that you long for?

You want me for release and your pain is real

What you're feeling inside, it's not what you show

Unless it's you and I in the bathtub alone

You try to keep secrets from those who protect

But is it right for this secret to be kept?

I know how you feel cannot be ignored

But this slitting and cutting cannot be endured

I know I hurt you, and that's what you want

I shouldn't worry, you'll stop one day

But the deep dark scars will not go away

As the scarlet fountain seeps from your arm

I really do wish you wouldn't do so much harm

But how can I protect? How can I save?

When I am nothing but your trusty razor blade.