Razorblade Tragedy

As the blade touches my skin
I press it down and run it across
my scarred up wrist
blood comes ever so slowly
and I fell no pain
just..satisfaction
As I bleed,
I think of all the shit
that has brought me
to this place
all that has happened
all that i have been through
all my deepest secrets
the memories flood my mind
thoughts are like raging winds
I then look at the blade, the blood
a smile comes on my face
but i keep it to myself
everyday i live another lie
pretending everything is alright
just me and my razor-blade tragedy