Oh Destruction.

A glistening metal Smooth as butter Thin as a stick of gum Shining like the morning sky Calling your name And Haunting your every move A razor it is. Sitting on your dresser drawer Hiding in your pocket Becoming your one and only friend Shining some light on the darkness that seems to never end As soon as things turn for the worst Your best friend is there Gliding against your skin Allowing a sea of redness to flow down your arm Leaving tears on your face And battle wounds on your arms An unusual sense of calmness As the cold metal moves Against your warm skin The sight of the sea relieves your pain Deceiving you, into believing all your problems Are flowing away And, finally Courage is built up And you go out A smile is put on your face And people begin to ask What are those scars? Are you ok? You put on a fake smile Say a little white lie, And then come home Where The cycle of destruction once again… Begins.