Men are like cheap razors---disposable

You smile and nod
and pretend to understand
but you let me fall
not caring where i land,

***this was the start of a poem but i think it sounds good alone***

In the long run, your love will always leave.

Whats wrong with cutting, its a form of self expression!

Desperate: being head over heels in love with someone who whishes you were dead

The pain of missing you huts worse then any razor blade

None ever bothered to mention losing you would feel like losing my soul