razor1/14/05

[bhndblueyez]

held it up
looked at it closely
on this razor
lies her story

story of today
story of tomorrow
about her pain
about her sorrow

holding this razor
is a tired girl
sick of herself
sick of the world

in it's reflection
was her faded smile
thinks about the last time
its been a while

in its reflection
is her painful past
good things came
but didnt last

in her mind
she thinks "why not?"
all this pain
is all her fault

put it to her arm
drag it across her skin
where did all this shit begin

first cut today
pain came and went
she loves this feeling
she has to admit

shes the master now
her pain is her control
there is no laughter
she has no soul

second cut
deeper then the first
ripping out her emotions
for the numbness she thirsts

she loved her friends
her family too
but what could they say
what could they do?

caught up in
this endless cycle
does the love of this pain
make her psyco?

another cut
now empty inside
thats the last scar
shell have to hide

but wait
why not one more?
make it count
she looks to the door

she drags it down
upon her wrist
reasons to die
she has a list

lying there
she finally dies
no more tears
from those blue eyes