This is what results from me free-handing for a bit. Please give me criticism and feed back

My Refuge

The glint of my silver refuge,
My sanctuary from the world.
To feel again is my protection.
Tomorrow I will say I’m okay,
No one will bother to ask why.
Does anyone care at all?
Does anyone notice me?
Can you save me from my sanctuary?
Then I remember that my refuge
Is my one true friend that I can turn to.
The metal gleams in my hand,
As I once again slice to freedom.