If love was real
everyone could find it
people wouldnt have
to go to razors to believe
they were alone
People believe their families love them
yet they get beaten down,
torn apart,let down
yet you'll go to a razor
to believe your fine
Your friends bring you love right?
no...they always bring you hell...
they lie,cheat,steal,
hurt,and even make you cry!
then you go to a razor
to believe they wont do it again
They all end the same way
a razor to the wrist
the warm blood slowly
runs down your arm
your hand already covered in blood
you like it...the pain...to know your alive?
Your fine...everythings fine
you dont need to worry,
it will be over soon,
just close your eyes...
sleep...let death walk all over you...