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Razor
Watching myself slit my wrist.
I don't feel the pain.
But I do feel the fire.
My heart ponders with
joy and life with my razor,
I take some deep breathes.
I know this will soon be the end.
I keep saying in mind no one will
Miss me. I am all I have and all I
will have. I helped myself. Now my
World is tumbling down.
So I press down with my friend.
I watch as the blood pours out onto
the white carpet beneath my feet.
I do not panic because I went this deep.
I watch as my world slowly disappears.
I watch as everything becomes dark and cold.
I keep saying this is what I wanted.
I feel the tears coming from my eyes.
I feel no pain just empitness I can't make go away.
As I slip into this world on my own.
I don't wonder who is crying.
No more beatings I keep thinking.
No more lies and fighting.
I see myself holding me and not someone else.
I feel like I have been beaten by my own game.
I wrap myself up in my arms.
As the young child I feel.
Only to wake up from my dream that I once endured.
I want it to come true. Until then...
I have no choice but to sleep by my friend.
~Kesha~
