Lovely Razor

Razor Razor, In my hand
Only thing that be near me at the end.
People lie,
people cheat,
people even hurt me.
But you make me feel better
with every cut I know your there,
Unlike the others thats never there.
So why do I hide you like so many does?
Well your not good for me the doctors say.
Do you think I care what they say?
No I don't wouldn't dare.
They anit there in my life walking in my shoes.
So how do they know how its like?
I hid the marks you leave with ever little slice.
Knowing it make me better.
But I hide it so they won't take you away from me again.