The Razor

The Razor


The razor slides across my skin,

And suddenly it’s a different world I’m in.

My only clarity is in pain,

So slowly I cut again.



This level of pain will never compare

To the ache in my soul, the utter despair!

Loneliness and sorrow overwhelm my heart

So that I want to rip through my chest and tear it apart



Self-destruction is a way out, though only for awhile

But as I watch the blood drip, I begin to smile

I smile as I think, maybe I went to deep

Maybe I’ll finally be able to just fall forever asleep.



The sleep of death beckons me so

And to death is the one place I want to go

To just let my worries slip away

To never again see the light of day



But then the bleeding begins to slow and my arm begins to ache

I realize that unfortunately tomorrow I will again wake

I will continue to live in this world of heartache and pain

At least until I pick up the razor again!