I wanna pull out my razor
I wanna pull out that razor
and run it along my wrist,
first just a shallow one, letting the blood pool,
then onto a deeper one,
until my forearm is covered in brilliant red pools.
My hands are week,
my chest numb,
my face a cermaic mask of happiness ,
for the outside world.
Can I do it?
Who will notice?
No one it's just me and no one cares.
So I'll go get that razor as soon as the lights go off,
as soon as they all go to bed, when its just me,
my razors and my sobs.
Just before I dig the blade in,
I wonder if anyone will stop me,
if there's anyone out there,
in my life who'd think of me and just say,
"I should text her or maybe call her"
Minutes after minutes I wait, for a helping hand,
a kind soul and all I get,
is broken hopes
See the blood before your eyes,
beyond all boundaries,
take my lies,
because this does not concern you.