Stitched Smile

Just a little nick.
All my troubles will go away.
A slight little prick, all my problems soon to fade.
Stead fast to a razor, a blade, a knife.
Hold onto my fake-smile,
My make-up,
My scythe.
My life is just so sad,
So worthless,
So unused.
My life is of no importance,
My blood? Pays my dues...
It will all come back, soon to return.
My solution only temporary, then I will "Burn."