Image of me

**I look at you in shame..

how could you take a razor to my skin..

How could you cut me so deep that I bleed..

How could you just walk around and not expect people to see..

How could you sleep knowing what you did to me..

How could you say you love me and than let me lay there as my blood just leaks..

How could you hate me so much don't I mean anything..

Than I look up to see who i'm screaming at and I see it's a mirror with an image of me holding a razor just standing there...

(please comment this means so much to me...)