Her Razorblade

Crimson red trickling slowly
down her wrist leads up
to an open cut

The cold soft skin shows a
mark from her razorblade
it just goes to show her
life is beginning to fade

All the drugs and all the pills
out of it all weekend
makes her remember life still
nothings changed since then

She tries to hide her pain
but the cuts are getting bigger
she stands in the rain while
thinking of pulling the trigger

she wishes she was dead
the razorblade is hidden away
but all she see's is red
because today she isn't
going to stay...