LunaLeft4Dead

Everyday around quarter past three,
u burst into the bathroom searching for me,
I get hidden door your mother while u are away,
hidden, unused for most of the day,
I feel your anger as your hand grips me tight,
I'm the one & only thing that helps u sleep at night,
I live to put scars upon your wrist,
I leave my mark I'm proud of this,
I watch as the beautiful red blood pattern drips,
and runs off the ends of your fingertips,
what possesses humans to act like this,
to scream, cry & cut their wrists,
but for now my job is clear
the reason that I was brought here
to relieve the pain
to sit door the window and watch the rain,
up until around quarter past three
when u burst into the bathroom searching for me...