The Razor Usually Lies There
"The razor usually lies there",
He said, pointing to the jagged line
Making its way down his wrist
"The pressure does it
It takes control of the blade
And I can't stop it"
"You could if you wanted to", I said
"I don't want to"
The lines made no certain design
They were just colored in red
"Don't tell anyone. I couldn't live"
That's supposed to be a sign, right?
A sign to help, a cry for help?
All I could say was
"I'm sorry they made you that way"
Written June 22, 2004
Copyright © Kristin Baker | Year Posted 2008
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