The Razor *****TRIGGER*******

The razor i am a razor, i have been made for many thingsI am solid, i am shiny, and i can make someone feelbetter about the way the look. But sometimes people don't use me to look betterthey use me to hurt themselves.  I try so hard not toi don't want to hurt them, but what can i do i'm just the razor. I drown in blood, i see the ugly wounds i have lefti hate myself and wish to scream out to the worldlook what they are using me for. The people that use me to slice into their bodies, they thank me, they cry holding me in their handsThey put me to their heart like  a precious stone. I am a razor, i am not responsible for the blood shed i have causedoh i wish how it could go back and take all the wounds back, pleasesome one save me. My responsibility has become greater then i could of imaginedThese poor people rely on me when they rely on no one else!!  I was made for many reasons, too many to sharebut i know i was not made for this onethe instrument of blood!