Cutting Comfort

How did the razor
Become the closest friend of mine?
How did the blood
Become the only thing to make me shine?

When mom is not enough
Nor is the friend who thought knew you the best
To give you the comfort you need
The razor is the only thing left

When drowning in desperation
When crying out in sorrow
I need to sit down
And the rest from the cuts borrow

For the razor only helps
The seconds it touches my skin
My body finally relaxes
When I see the beautiful, bloody lines so thin

The tears stop falling
When my arm is painted in red
Cutting is my comfort
It might become my death