My Friend

I may be metal and have no heart
But in your life I have become a part
As I carve, and carve 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 another you scream and yelp
But I’m not left sitting alone in your home
In your bathroom I am 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 you’re feeling inside, it’s not what you show
Unless it’s you and me 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 can’t be ignored
But the slitting and cutting can’t be endured.
I know that I hurt you and that’s what you want,
But you’ve gotten so pale, and withered and gaunt.
But how do I protect? How can I save?
When I am nothing but your trusty razor blade.