I Am A Razor

Every day around quarter past three,
you burst into the bathroom searching for me,
I get hidden by your mother while you are away,
hidden, unused for most of the day,
I feel your anger as your hand grips me tight,
I'm the one & only thing that helps you sleep at night,
I live to put scars on your wrist,
I leave my mark I'm proud of this,
I watch as the beautiful red blood pattern drips,
and runs off the ends of your fingertips,
what possesses humans to act like this,
to scream, cry & cut their wrists,
but for now, my job is clear
the reason that I was brought here
to relieve the pain
to sit by the window and watch the rain,
up until around quarter past three
when you burst into the bathroom searching for me...
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Posted: Feb 2018

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ali110online today!
So beautiful words , thank you for sharing such beauty wine
Happychatty1online today!
Thank you for sharing this poem on the subject of self-harm something so many people are familiar with ..it is good we write and share poem on all subject wave
lovecanbereal
Hey, there all the young ones (especially girls) don't take this online life too seriously. Cutting up is not the answer. Go out there; explore - you may even find love. Tell all the trolls, and online bullies, to go to Hell. If that is all they can offer, then they are not your friends. Be Strong, exist, survive, outsmart, and rise above them!
K_Ann_70
Amen, LCBR!cheering
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