The Razor that Drips Red Tears

Music blasting
In the dark room
The music muffles something
Something sad
A cry
I sit here on my bed
With the cool razor blade slowly sliding against my wrist
I scream and shout
In anger and frustration
In hate and anguish
One slice after another
My arm is smeared in blood
While the razor drips red tears
Screaming and shouting
With the music overpowering
Then the final blow
A knife tucked under a pillow
I could end it right here
All the suffering and pain
With one simple swipe
My life could be over...
But,..., i can't
I sat there with the knife in hand
Looking at it simmer in the streak of Sunshine
Peering through the window
I sat and thought then threw the knife
And it stuck into the wall
I can't do it
I just can't do it

I stood up and ran into the bathroom
To clean up the mess i made
To swipe the razor clean of it's tears
And place it back in the shower
Then clean up my own arm
To take a towel and clean up my mess
And slip into a hoodie
Until my self-inflicted wounds are scares
And to put on my "happy" mask
To shield the pain i hold inside

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