The Cut

The deep but shallow loke your eyes
You look into a broken mirror and see her face,
The thought crowds you head your arm reaches,
But then pulls back right away
The only thought is the scars and the punishment,
But the thought of the cut takes over your head,
Tears burn your eyes and streak your face
The deep pain in your heart wants you to take your life,
But do you want to take the pain away like this,
The razor is held in a shaking hand
You feel like you have all the power in the world,
The razor slides though soft warm flesh it takes your breath away,
A long gasp for air feels like your last
But you know that its not so you start to cry,
And the blood starts to run the feeling of pain leaving your body,
as you clean up the mess the pain hits you again,
You look in the mirror now you have no feeling in your eyes,
Was it worth the few minutes of escape
Now you have a new scar to remind you of the past