Razors

the life I’ve come to know has naught but
Shown me how cruel this world can be
Some say it’s the worlds way of making you stronger
But I know that I won’t last any longer

Because there are razors ever where
For drugs, for tools, for hair
All can be used for the simple chore
Of making my wrists bleed once more.

They come from stores, they come from shelves,
Hell, they even sell them in packs of a hundred and twelve!
And To those who say
It’s there but don’t use it today
I reply
Fuck you, I’ll take it and use this
knife I just bought
Pull my skin taught
And make another clean slice.
Because it feels so nice
To cut my skin thrice
And forget all my worldly cares.