Writing about how i felt tonight while sitting in my room
I'm writing about my injuries and my impending doom
for a week that lasted so long and i thought would never end
the one thing i couldn't have but wanted, was just one friend
but i was alone, all by myself and i couldn't cope
so many times, i wanted to hang, but couldn't find a rope
i got in so deep i couldn't breathe and there was no way up
and there was no one around to comfort me and ask me "whats up?"
i found my friend,who was there all along, i just couldn't see
that my one true friend, the razor, had always been there for me
no one understand, why that night, i felt the need to harm
but the relief i felt, wen the blade went in and made scars all up my arm
trying to hide, my pain and sadness, is also too much to bare
but now i know, I'm not alone, my razor is always there
