Survival

Why do I do this
When I know it isn't right
But it feels so good
That I do it every night

I know that its not fair
To everyone else
But I'm not harming them
It's only myself

When I take that blade
And drag it across my skin
It's hard to describe
The state I'm in

It's like the whole world disappears
And my problems go away
If only for a minute
The black clouds turn gray

But that minute helps me heal
And not want to die
My razors that I'm holding on to
Are my way to survive

I don't know why I am this way
But this is how I am
Breathing one more breath
Because of a razor in my hand