Razor Blade

Sitting alone with my razor blade
its covered in a pretty red shade

it gently wraps around my wrist
its charm is too hard to resist

I watch the blood drip
slowly as my skin rips

as I watch it flow down
it seeps onto the ground
wishing in my blood I could drown

my razor always crys with me
its tears are just red
its helpful, you have to agree

it comforts me when
I only wish to be dead
pours out the pain I feel within

only for the night
it will be my releif
even if its wrong or right

what it represents
a constant reminder
of hurtful events

just let me forget
for just a little while
maybe allow me to even smile

its just a small fix
to be able to handle lifes kicks

my razor blade is my best friend
it makes me forget
long enough for my heart to mend

No one has to know
It my little secret
No one has to see the blood flow.

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[Author's Note]

*still under construction*

This doesn't mean I cut, Or I Don't,
I understand why people do it,
I know several people that do it...