Stephanie Suffocate

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