Slipping away

Slicing her fresh skin
Knowing the razor always wins

Sighing, breathing in even pace
feeling like she just a complete waste

Lying to herself and her friends
For she knows there friendship will surely end

Pulling her skin apart
To watch the blood dart

She watches it drip to the floor
Hearing a soft knock at the door

She lies and says she is fine
Not willing to give up the razor that binds

She wants to scream aloud
But knows that no one will be around

Her life feels so pointless
She thinks of giving up since she feels she did her very best