Mr. Razor

Mr. Razor; you were the love of my life,
I fall for you and became addicted,
Mr. Razor; you released all my strife,
With the pain you harmfully inflicted.
Mr. Razor; you used to be the one,
On bad days you were all I would need,
Mr. Razor; we used to have fun,
When I wanted it, you would make me bleed.

Mr. Razor; I thought we were meant to be,
But I liked things better before we met
Mr. Razor; you never really loved me,
I had to end this and try to forget
Mr. Razor; our break-up was hard for awhile,
you kept begging for me to take you back,
Mr. Razor; without you I am finally able to smile,
I will never need to walk down your track.

Mr. Razor; we parted in September,
I will never return to you again,
Mr. Razor; we can never be together,
I know you caused me nothing but pain.

*** No I did not really name my razor Mr. Razor, but thinking of my cutting utensils as a person is easier to accept than the fact that I chose this harm. I have not cut since September 8th, which considering the weird day I had it is not really a representation of the my need to cut. I rarely think about cutting, and I think that if anyone is considering it the should make the decision not to. It is a REALLY stupid thing to do.