Burning

As I press the razor deep,
my flesh starts to burn.
As the blood starts to pour,
I began to mourn.

The razor symbolizes the people
who have damaged my heart and soul,
who've wrecked my world into pieces
and left me in the blistering cold.

The pain that others give me
forces me to tear myself apart
but the burning of my flesh
is nothing compared to the burning of my heart.

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