Merry go round blade
Every time i am down and depressed,
My hand pickes up the razor,
As I stared at the razor blade inside that shelf, so satisfying. The bright lights in that bathroom casted my stare over the silver blade. My mind continues to say, "This may be the last time, if you finally cut deep enough."
So I try my best not to make a sound
Heart pounding,My mind fills with thoughts like a marry go around-I am so confused,
what to do next? Do I spare myself another day? Is that the easy way out or is it just my thoughts on that marry go round?
I just dont know what to do!
"If you don’t do it now then you’ll never do it for yourself." These words repeated in my head and just like that the sound of little feet come running down the hall and out the bathroom I go.
We'll have to start over
Because we no longer exist,
I'm in LOVE and in PAIN with that razor blade
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