My New Best Friend..

I'm not too good at this,
Telling people my feelings
Because nobody ever listened
So cutting is the way I am dealing

The first time I did it
Was because they said they were always there
But, when I showed them the scars
They didn't seem to care

So then I realized I liked it
It was a new way to escape
It helped me with my problems
And for that tiny moment they were erased

I would do it everyday
Partly to see the blood
And when I held that razor
It made me feel loved

It felt like somebody
Would finally care
So when I needed someone
The razor was always there...