Razor = My Best Friend
The razor is right there
My arm, so scarred, but so beautiful
Whats one more cut?
I won't feel the pain
I never did
I won't cut too deep, I promise
*mom enters, looks shocked and hurt. Takes my best friend*
Mommy! Give! Me! The! Damn! Razor!
I-WON'T-HURT-MYSELF-I-PROMISE!
I JUST WANNA PLAY WITH IT!
*She leaves, I lock my door, blast my music*
What a stupid mommy
The razor, so shiney, so sweet
One cut, feels so good... one more
"oh god, that feels good, the blood is so pretty"
let the blood drip,stain my carpet, and seep out of my arm
One more cut, leads to more
"I missed you old friend! I really did"
I cut again, harder, deeper
Too deep
Blood gushes, I let it
I lay on the floor
Feeling weak and happy as I close my eyes
For the first and last time
My best friend and I reunite
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