The razor

The razor in the bathroom
was the way i used to cope
i found better ways now
breaking down and crying
i wish i could have someone
hold me till i die
so i know that i was loved lot
i know i am
even though i dont know why
i cheated
i stole from those i loved
i told all those lies
so i could "survive"
at the time i thought
thats what i was doing
but now i know i was being stupid
the loves of my life
make me feel good inside
but that razor still looks good
sometimes when i feel overwhelmed
and just want to die
i cant use it
even though i want to
but i wont
because i just got the life
i always wanted