Razor
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It is extremely difficult to break you open.
Prying, peeling, pulling, plastic parts.
Where to do it.
You eagerly tear at my stockings.
The razor no longer slides through my wrist,
But I'm bleeding through the falling tears.
I have it all. I have the friends.
I have the love. I have the family.
Honey please, put the razor down
Please, don't tie that rope to the ceiling
We need you here
I need you here
And somewhere, your future love is waiting for you
I wait in the bathroom clean and sharp
Waiting till 2:45 soon the door swings open
The shuffling of shaking hands salty tears
Dripping on the ground. Little does she know
And tonight will be the night remembered as the time I let me get the best of me, I let my memory replay every little word you should have said. I let my passed creep back into me, the shadow of depression consumed me.
hush...be silent for the next minute or two...
relax...it wont take long
i promise all of the sadness will dissappeare soon
just be brave
and get it done.
rip off the bandaid
Have you ever wanted to sit with a razor blade,
And write a bloody symphony on your arm?
Have you ever felt your trembling heart be swayed,
And knew it was a sign of the looming swarm?
Sitting up at night, brick by brick I let my barrier down. In the light of the moon I sit in silence and cry. I've let the world get to me once again.
stared at her
The girl I loved
And she stared back
As tears glistened
In her deep brown
Glossy eyes
She took my hand
With hers
She took my hand
Like how only the sky can feel the lightning, thunder and rain
only i know the feeling of empty loneliness
the true distance between me and happiness
only i can fake the smile
and hide the tears
