Unexpected Friends

People don't fully understand what I feel, how I think and why I think it.
And the worst thing is even I don't sometimes.

Don't get me wrong I love my friends, but no matter how hard they try they never fully get it. Like, they identify the basic line but deep down they don't have a clue what's running through my crazy head.

A long time ago, I made one new friend. Now before you become intrigued, I would just like to say that this "friend" isn't what you think it is. This friend is my Razor. It has the same characteristics as friends: it's always been there for me when I was down, it was my sense of comfort and it made me feel safe. It was my security blanket.

With tears rolling down my face, I introduced my "friend" to my skin. Within seconds they became close friends and they have been ever since that day. They see each other weekly, maybe more depends.

You're probably not wondering why they became such good friends but being the good person that I am, I'm going to tell you.