Razor blade kiss

The coldness on the razor upon my warm flesh
As I look down, all the scars from passed events
It made me realize, do I really want this for my self
Never to show my arms again in public.

Although my razor and me went everywhere together
Somehow I am starting to think this is not right
People think I am doing well, and I am happy
Although they can’t see what is under my jumper.

My hopes, my fears, my sadness and my happiness
All rolled into one scar, each day the same happens
Its as if some has put my life on replay
I never ending circle.

So as I kiss my razor blade goodbye
It cuts my lip for its final wish
How I have longed for this day
I am finally on my own.