What I have

I have no one who cares
No one who sees
How much I hurt
Inside of me
I have no one to talk to
No one to blame
I'm the only one
Who can put up with my shame
When the only thing I can count on
Is this blade beside me
Cutting into me
Deeply
As I pick up the razor
I stare at the blade
And stare at the cuts
That is has made
I push it against my skin
Thinking of the worse
I move it to the side
Feeling the hurt
I look at the cut
Remembering the sad
And knowing this blade
Is all that I have...