Do you know what its like?
To hold a razor inches from your wrist?
Holding it there you start to think.
Should I do it?
Would anyone care?
Am I loved?
How do I know?
Then I took out your picture.
So u could see me do it.
My attention then went to your face.
Then I understood.
I placed the blade somewhere to end my suffering.
Right back in the drawer.
