Everyday <br />around quarter past three, <br />you burst into the bedroom searching for me, <br />I get hidden by your mother while you are away, <br />hidden, unused for most of the day, <br />I feel your anger as your hand grips me tight, <br />I'm the one & only thing that helps you sleep at night, <br />I live to put scars upon your wrist, <br />I leave my mark I'm proud of this, <br />I watch as the beautiful red blood pattern drips, <br />and runs off the ends of your fingertips, <br />what possesses humans to act like this, <br />to scream, cry & cut their wrists, <br />But for now my job is clear <br />the reason that I was brought here <br />to relieve the pain <br />to sit by the window and watch the rain, <br />up until around quarter past three <br />when you burst into the bedroom searching for me...<br /><br />Candy Simpson<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/i-am-a-razor/
