Razor Blade
Razor blade
Cut me deep
Take me form this hell
My hands are shaking
My tears fall like rain
In my soul I know all I feel is pain
As the razor blade cuts my skin
I say "And now you will never win"
Please let it free me from this life
Life I did not want to live
Even your love could not save me
I lay here in this dark room
Knowing this will be my tomb
As I feel the cold blood dripping down my arm
I sit here and I think of how much you love me
How we always said "It was meant to be"
I lay here calmly feeling my stone heart slowing down
My eyes lose focus; I'm starting to go blind
Everything is racing in my mind
My breathing is stopping
Everything goes blank
I am dead
Finally free
My life closed in on me
Now nothing is sore
I'm just sorry I didn't love you anymore
Copyright © Brooke Story | Year Posted 2011
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