A razor in my hand
my friendship at risk
my life is a mess
it isnt worth shit
cryes every night
about my little problems
blamed them on myself
my life has hit bottom
a promise on the line
the razor, with a shine
put my wrist out
time to go thru, then live thru this doubt
thought once again
looked in the mirror
couldnt bare what i seen
my time was now here
tears in my eyes
pulled my wrist back
threw the razor down
cryed the pain out
couldnt bare to do it
you are still here
promises mean everything
why risk it,and end it here
forever we stay
closer then ever
my promises still stays
ill love you forever
Not the best poem, but it was something i was thinking when i wanted to cut but i remember me and my best friend made a promise not to cuz to me and her promises mean everythig s yah i couldnt do it:)
