Self- Portrait (Sad)

I am the razor blade
Touching her skin.
Sharp, cold, and hurtful.
Used and demented.

I'm like the stuffed animal,
Loved for so long,
Then thrown to the side.
Sad and lonely.

I am the floor,
Beneath your feet.
Dirty and worn.
Walked all over.

I'm like the packaging
You can't wait to tear apart.
Torn and rugged.
Left in the trash.

I am the thunder storm she dreads.
Coming unannounced.
Feared and wished away.
Big and powerful.

I'm like the dark
Feared by many.
Loved and hated.
Empty and silent.