Razor Blade

I will take this razor blade,
And write a story on my wrist,
It will be a sad little story,
A story with a twist.

I will take this razor blade,
And write words that go unsaid.
While I cause myself this pain,
Thoughts of you run through my head.

I will take this razor blade,
And draw a picture on my arm.
No one knows why I do this,
When it only causes me harm.

Physical pain I can handle,
Emotional I can not.
I have learned to block things out,
Something that can not be taught.

I will now take this knife,
And plunge it through my heart.
These are my last words to you,
This is our last depart.