This is a little edited from the way I found it, but nothing major; I added some spacing, and comma's and periods at the ends, took out small words to help it flow better and be more understandable. Just slight grammatical edits. Hope you like it.
I may be metal and have no heart,
But in your life I have become a part.
As I carve 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?
When I scar another they scream and yelp.
Your feeling empty and rather alone,
But I'm not left sitting alone in your home.
In your bathroom cabinet I'm normally sealed,
Although next to your heart, your dreams become real.
You use 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 your feeling inside, it's not what you show,
Unless it's you and me, in the bath tub 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 the slitting and cutting cannot 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 scarlet fountain seeps from your arm,
I really wish you wouldn't do such harm.
But how can I protect? How can I save?
When I am nothing, but your trusty razor blade.
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The Cutters Lullaby, and Other Rhymes and Poems
PoésieA collection of writings that I've come across over time, whether by Wattpad, searched on the internet, told by friends, or by reading a friends writing.
