That razor, sat besides me
Haunting my every thought
Those thoughts were like death
Waiting for me to give in
Soon I did,
Once more
I was telling myself this was my last
Once more,
My scars were re-opened by this pain.
I carried this razor every where I went
for comfort,
BUt all it did was cause me greater pain
Crying after every slash
Why this
Razor, that sat besides me
Haunt my every thought......
