Life is Fake

Life started becoming oh so fake.
When I took that razor to my plain white looking wrist.
My smile was fake so was the way I looked into your eyes.
People found out I couldn't take it anymore so I cried.
I just wanted to soar. Soar like the eagle over the sea or bury myself 6 feet deep. I didn't want anymore worries of who found out.

I wanted to curl up in a ball and hide in the corner so all would stop caring about my relationship with my razor gliding on my wrist.

Red is a simple of the blood lost in the war, well my war with life is not over so I keep loosing my blood one cut at a time.

When is it going to stop I do not know,trust me this isn't a show. I can not fast forward or go back so I live in the now and I take one thing at a time and maybe even earn a dime.

What started my cutting I don't know, its addicting for sure that I do know. I live in the now not the future or past so if you don't like what I do go talk to someone else. Don't waste your time with me.