Mr. Razor (finished)

I'm sitting in my room,
All by myself.
My only friend is this razor
Laying on my shelf.

I pick up Mr. Razor,
And begin to slice my skin.
Mr. Razor goes right through it,
As if it's paper-thin.

As my steel friend goes deeper,
The pain starts to seep.
With each and every cut,
I begin to quietly weep.

I put my little friend away,
With blood falling to the ground.
My arm becomes numb.
No feeling can be found.

I go back to my bed,
Feeling only emptiness inside.
But this is how I run.
This is how I hide.