I may be metal and have no heart, but in your life I have become a part as I crave and crave at your tender wrist , I feel in your brain
there must be a twist.. Is it normal to turn to me for help ? When if I scar others they scream for help, you're feeling empty and rather alone but I'm not sitting alone in your home . In your bedroom cabinet I'm normally sealed , although next your dreams. You use me to express your raw self hate , but should I be used in this way ? To create pain that you long for, you want me for pleasure but your pain in real. What your feeling inside its not what you show , unless its you and me in the bath tube alone . You try to keep secrets from those who care. 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 now go away. As the scarlet fountain seeps from your arm , I really wish you wouldn't do so much harm . But how can u protect ? How can I save ? When I'm nothing but your faithful razor blade
