The feel of the blade, as it pierces my skin.
The blood rushes out, as the razor goes in.
My hate and my rage, my feelings of pain.
The blade is the only thing keeping me sane.
These lonely tears, run down my cheeks.
The blade is my friend, it has been for weeks.
One cut then two, three and then four.
Now a river of blood layz next to me on the floor.
My body goes numb, the blood comez too fast.
I don't even get a chance to remember my past.
