It's My Razor.

It's my razor,
It's my life.
It's my salvation,
It's my knife.
I cut, I carve,
I slice in patterns.
I do it because,
Nothing matters.
I like the blood,
I like the pain.
I like to watch it,
Spray out like rain.
Carving bloody pictures,
Into my skin.
They're the broken dreams,
I hold within.
All my stories,
all my scars.
Help me be numb,
To this broken heart.