Dear Honey

Dear Honey,

You burst into the house,
with tears staining your long sleeved shirt.
Your jeans are torn,
and you're all covered in dirt.

I can see on your face, that today was not good.
I know you're searching for me,
to find release
from the constant abuse.

You lift your pillows,
I ain't there anymore.
You pull at your hair,
it looks like you're hooked on a drug.

Maybe I am your drug,
but not the kind people think,
You keep looking for your secret addiction,
but I've been thrown in the garbage under the sink.

Your Mom found me,
and she put me there.
Along with the tissues soaked with blood,
that you left last night on the chair.

Don't worry,
My honey,
Just buy me again, get another.
I'll be clean and new,
I'll be able to help you.

Sincerely,
Your razor.