How beautiful, that cold thin tool

'Deny me not, oh sweet pained fool!

Lift up your hand and kill the pain!

For I can make things well again!

Just one more time, just one more night

Deepened scars, twill be alright!

Oh sweet young child, shed your tears,

and see me bleed away your fears!

But lo! you need to cry again?

Dear small child, I'll defend

you from their hurtful words and lies

Just take me up now; carve and slice

I promise it'll be alright

As long as you bleed every night'

'Oh make it stop, please, small thin blade!

That's not what my ming has said!

Oh hurt me not dear, turn away! Please, I'll try to last this day!

Don't call me so, oh friend so close

Please let me try life on my own!'

'You words are good, sweet child of mine,

but clouded is your frightened mind.

You need me now, you know it's true

I'm all that keeps the life in you!'

'Tis not true, you harsh cold thing!

I'll wait and see what time will bring!

I do not need to bleed to live,

I know I've so much more to give'

But at her words, the child cringed

Her protection had come unhinged

and though her words were strong and brave

she knew that soon the pain she'd crave

A hurt so clear to make her see

how they wanted her to be

To take back things that she'd done wrong

and so: she knew she was not strong

Her companion saw her doubt

and knew she couldn't do without

so sweet kind lies his words did part

and pierce her to the soul and heart

'Oh small sweet child, you're afriad

Come, I'll make it all ok

Just take me up and bleed again

You know I am your closest friend

I've been there while you cursed and wept

Your darkest secrets I have kept

I know the beauties of your mind

I am the one you've longed to find

So take me up, dear child so young

this night has already begun

Now take me up, I'll make it right!

Through tears and blood you'll find your light!'

'But that is not what's in my head!

I'll dance this dance and wind up dead

the girl that they all knew and loved

their smiles and promises aren't enogh

to pull me from this slow red dance

with joy I have no dying chance

for how I hurt they cannot know

I'd rather wind up dead than show

my ugly scars of my own hands

I'll go along with their demands

But they'll not know how deep I cry

they bear enough with their own lives

But dearest friend, don't hurt me so!

I might cry less without scars to show!'

'Oh no dear child, it isn't so,

I'm all that keeps you sane you know

for you must bleed to keep your head

I'll keep you safe, without, you're dead

Don't worry dear, you'll be ok

I'm here to take the pain away'

And so the young one lost the fight

a battle waged on every night

her shoulders stung with pain and guilt

her razor dear, the friend she built

and still no soul shall see her cry

none will know it if she dies

for too afraid to hurt her friends

she'll cut and cry while she pretends.

i.....uhm....right...sorry, i had nowhere else to put it...this was a dumb idea then, wasn't it....sigh