Razorblade Kisses

Bloody kisses
From a razor blade
Every night
A new cut is made

My first cut
And my last
Razor blade kisses
Taking my life fast

Razor blade kisses,
Strawberry Gashes,
Slicing, Cutting,
Crimson Red Slashes

Whatever you call it
They all mean the same
Playing with life and death
Its all just a game

Possibly suicidal
As you cut your wrist
Secretly wishing and dreaming
That no longer you'll exist

Depression consumes you
You just can't quite
Razor blade kisses
You can't forget

They tell you to stop
But you don't
As much as you want to
You just won't

They don't understand
You know they never will
And you can't explain
The way you feel

You often wonder
Will you be okay?
Or sink deeper into depression
And just disappear one day?

You no longer control it
But no one cares
After your gone
They'll pretend you weren't there

For now though
You'll hold on to
Your razor blade kisses
To pull you through