Floating around a razor

My life floated around my razor
it was my best mate
it was the only thing
that could let out all my hate

something that was so small
contolred me in everyway
it cut me, it made my bleed
but it took all the pain away

without it i would be lost
i would of been gone
because i depended on it so much
i couldnt of carried on

but here i am today
with scars on my arm
and they let me know
not to do anymore self harm