My look in the mirror

Look up into the mirror
to come to find
that i have cried alittle
harder this time
i see that the razor blade
has found my skin once again
you make everything seem ok
all awhile I'm slowly breaking away
so i stand in front of the mirror
with a tear in my eye
and razor blade to help me
hide all my pain

the scares i hold on to
every little cut along my side
is because of you
thin little strips of pain
that remind me of why i cried that day
we look in the mirror
and see all the imperfections
that lead to these long skinny infections
that lie on our sides

suicidal thoughts that i hide
to subside the tears that i cant deny
I'm floating away
hopefully to a better place
not to say that i will be back one day
i want no one to shed a tear
with my inability
to face my fears