• Everyday around quarter past three,
    you burst into the bathroom searching for me,
    I get hidden by your mother while you 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 you 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 by the window and watch the rain,
    up until around quarter past three
    when you burst into the bathroom searching for me...