Razor life

When I cut then I forget,
My life, worries and pain.
One cut that goes that bit too deep,
Will bring death as my only gain.

When I cry then out I spill,
My feelings trapped inside.
I lose my way and get so lost,
The razor is my guide.

When I reach my terrible end,
Down to hell I will fall.
There I'll have so many friends,
When I shout they'll answer my call.

When I reach my middle age,
Maybe I'll be able to smile.
Maybe I'll be loved and I'll be kind,
But being that might take a while.

When I get older I might find
My rich and perfect man.
But money cant bring happiness,

Unlike my razor blade which can.

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