My friend

My razor
My friend
My enemy,
And foe.
Why do I need you,
Whenever I feel blue?
Just a drop of blood,
Or what seems like a flood,
Is a part of me lost,
Poured out from my veins.
What a horrible cost,
To relieve my pain.
Why must this feeling,
Result in nothing but bad.
It's brought me to my knees, kneeling,
And that makes me mad.
Stop this terror,
And this pain,
Cause me and my razor,
Have nothing to gain.

This razor,
You are not my friend,
But my enemy and foe.