My one true friend
though you may be vile and cold
you are my comfort
you will never leave me.
As I pick you up and slide you across my skin
your sharp edge biting into my flesh
I think of all the wrong I have done
I hate myself, I hate this world,for I am not the only vile thing in this hellhole
You glide across my flesh
blood starts to run down my arms and legs
cutting in nowhere in particular
just deep enough to feel the pain
i cut again and again
my flesh is falling off now
a pool of my own blood surrounds me
i feel faint
i clean you off and set you down with a clink
My friend, my lover,my addiction, My Razor.
