Razorblade

by Onoitsmandie   Apr 24, 2007


I press this blade down on my skin
I start to cut
It starts to begin

One at a time
They keep on growing
And i just can't help but smile
When they are showing

People say i'm crazy
Outta my mind
They all know
I'm running out of time

But yet they don't know
They can't see
The pleasure i get
From my blood running free

It drips down my wrists
My fingers and more
It starts at the tips
And drops to the floor

Never forgetting
The pain i always feel
Outside it soon goes away
But inside i never heal

I soon go numb
My body goes weak
And although i try hard
I can barley speak

It's getting real dark
I'm closing my eyes
My life is over
My razorblade became my demise

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