The Razor
As you sit in front of the mirror with your razor
You start to pick out everything bad about yourself
You cry and cry because you like nothing about yourself
You move your razor closer knowing what was going to happen next
You start to pick out everything bad about yourself
No one cares, I'm worthless and useless: You think to yourself as you drive the razor into your skin
You move your razor closer knowing what was going to happen next
You feel a sense of relief, but then that relief slowly fades
No one cares, i'm worthless and useless: You think to yourself as you drive the razor into your skin
You cry and cry because you like nothing about yourself
You feel a sense of relief, but then that relief slowly fades again
As you sit in front of the mirror with your razor
Copyright © Bree Darline | Year Posted 2013
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