Numb

The razor takes over his skin,
he doesn't know there's pain,
he's numb.
Numb to all the blood running down his arm,
too numb to realize whats happening.
It's how he 'fixes' things,
by tearing up his body,
by ripping up his heart,
just cutting away like nothing matters.
Like there's no other way,
like I'm not here.
I love him!
Why can't he see?
When he does this to himself,
he's killing me!!
The razor just doesn't quit.
What has he done to himself,
look.
I'm here for him,
I wish he could hear me.
But he's to numb to focus,
too numb to realize,
he just cuts,
again.

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