The Razor Is Deeper.
And The Blood's Flowing Out.
Parting My Skin,
With No Sign Of Doubt.
Ripping Away At My Flesh.
It's Tearing It Apart.
And Nothing Will Mend,
My Poor Broken Heart.
Blood Staining My Shirt.
The Pain Doesn't Hurt.
I Become Numb To The Touch.
I'm Not Stopping For Anything,
I'm Loving This Too Much.
I Dig The Razor Deeper
As My Hand Starts To Shake.
Wiping My Tears Away,
I See The Mess I Make.
I Stare At My Wrists,
Knowing I Can Cut TIll Death.
Realizing That Just Then,
This Was All A Test.
A Test To Show If I Can Handle,
Things That Come My Way.
To Determine If I'll Go.
To Determine If I'll Stay.
But I Don't Think I Can,
Stay For One More Night.
Because I Know Right Now,
I Can Take My Life.
The Choice Is Up To Me.
To Live Or To Die.
So, I Stop Thinking About It,
And Let The Blade Slide.
 
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