My razor,
I feel it brushing against my skin,
So tempting,
Yet so wrong.

So long has this razor been locked away,
It now has come for revenge,
I hide away once again,
As I feel it come back to destroy.

Not long were we apart,
My friend this blade has been for all this time,
I can’t let go, just can’t move on,
Trapped in the blades of my emotions.

Cutting into my skin,
Cutting into my soul,
Cutting out my heart,
Cutting out the pain.

But the scars still remain,
The scars of who I am,
They appear mere lines,
But each little line has a story to tell.

The scars of my feelings,
Of my heart so weak,
The owner of my heart appears in each scar,
Shattering it slowly with each word.

Behold here on my body,
The cuts of my emotions,
The scars of my love.
 
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