To The Blood On My Razor

To The Blood On My Razor
you have helped release so much
i feel the pain leaving
by the kiss of your touch

i grab you when i need to leave
and when i want to cry
and i grab you during school
or when i want to die

people just don't seem to understand
the release that i feel
when you touch my skin
and how the release is real

i sit in my dark
go ahead and call me emo
just hand me my razor
it helps just like chemo

people deal with pain
in all different ways
you are my was
you are how i stay

the release that i get
when you slide across my skin
makes me smile and breathe
from way deep within

so i wear long sleeves
to cover the cuts up
at night i take it off
and there are never enough

when i see the blood
on my wrist
i want to go deeper
and make another i insist

i see the red soaking my sheets
and i realize I'm slipping away
i wake up to hear
shes here to stay

they didn't know i want to go
or maybe they did
but now I'm here
with cuts on my wrists since i was a kid

daddy hits me oh so hard
and mommy screams and makes me cry
and then they just wonder
wonder why i want to die

they have made my life
a living hell
and somethings
i don't dare tell

there are things
that are so much worse
than the verbal
and physical abuse

so i lie here alone
dead on the floor
hoping no one walks in
or opens to door

he broke my and the scars will remain
my arms and my legs are forever bruised
with the fresh cuts on my wrists
i say i am torn alone and abused

don't say your sorry
it isn't your fault i am this way
its my fault
for waking up for another day

i want to hear them say
she wont make it sir
so i dig deeper
To the blood on my razor

*please read i hope you like it its not happy sorry but its how i feel.. please rate and comment*