The Old Friendly Face

I hesitate to pull out the old friendly face
The pink double bladed razor, hidden in a secret place
This simple thing can tell such lies
Pulling you in, making you think you want to die
Wretched, foul, in blood it’s stained
Such a little tool that’s caused me so much pain
There’s still only one wish I have to this day
And that’s to have the memories leave, and the scars fade away
People come up to me, and questionly say…
“How did those foul marks come to be that way?”
So before I go to cut myself tonight
I walk to my window and stare at the stars so bright
Then as I wonder I ask myself sadly..
“Why has my depression gotten this badly?”

>Please comment and vote, its sucky but i tried..