Cold, Sharp, Razor

Cold sharp razor,
time to go away
cold sharp razor
you may not stay
Cold sharp razor
flee now from my view
cold sharp razor
she is over you
cold sharp razor
go haunt another home
cold sharp razor
this girl is no longer alone.

Whenever the razor stretches,
its arms out to you,
remember I am here instead,
to help you pull through.
Razors are not friendly,
no, instead they bite.
Please let me be there for you,
to help you in your fight.

Hey baby, this is my response to your poem. It is not really good, but it has the message I want it to say. Cutting is not a solution to anything, and niether is suicide, my personal experience says other wise. I have been downt that road and by some miracle I am still alive. If you want a hand towards freedom, I am here to help you. Email: tainted_freedom_from_sanity.

I have written a lot of poems about this like of stuff that might be helpful: Suicide though someone else's eyes, Leaving me Behind, Sorry is never enough, and Because I love you to name a few.

-Tainted Mikochan