This Razor

I'll take the razor,
And I'll run it along my lips.
Cut my wrist from left to right,
And my whole world rips.

Debating on,
Whether I should do this or not.
I promised I wouldn't,
But it just hurts a lot.

I'm dying inside,
With all these thoughts in my head.
Maybe I'd be better off,
If I was just dead.

I can wait for awhile,
But I can't wait forever for you.
I'm so confused,
It hurts so much I don't know what to do.

So I sit with the razor blade,
Debating in my head.
Should I kill myself,
Or live this life instead.

I can't think clearly,
I don't want to let you down again.
But what if I accidentally,
Give in?

Please don't do this,
Don't tell me something you don't mean.
I might turn to the razor,
Because I have nowhere left to lean.