I START TO CRY.
I SUCK IT UP. TELLING MYSELF TO STOP.
I DIG THE RAZOR OUT OF THE TRASH CAN.
I KNOW ITS WRONG BUT I JUST WANT TO LOOK AT IT ONCE MORE.
I RUN IT UP AND DOWN MY PALE ARMS.
A MYSTERIOUS TRANCE COMES OVER ME.
IT FEELS SO GOOD AND SOOTHING.
IF ONLY HE KNEW.
IF ONLY HE COULD UNDERSTAND WHAT IT DOES FOR ME.
IT GIVES ME SO MUCH EASE.
I DON'T DO IT TO HURT ANYONE.
JUST TO LIVE...
