The razor won't save you from
the hurt and the pain
You'll still feel alone,
You'll still feel ashamed.
The blood calms the moment,
The red colors your life,
Cause nothing's as good as the
cool of the knife.
The first time is deceitful,
You'll feel better- then worse.
You know it was stupid but your
thoughts have dispersed.
A moment of calm!
A miracle at least,
Your mind takes a break, the cut tamed the beast.
Or that's what you'll think,
Every night since the first.
Just cut once a week, it couldn't
get worse.
But that's the mistake,
Thinking you're in control.
That's just how it starts,
That's how it takes hold.
You cry just to cut,
You cut just to cry,
The secrets and scars become
too much to hide.
You dread someone seeing
But want someone to know,
You don't even think you could
ever let go.
The razor has won,
It has stolen your trust.
Your love for the razor has
turned into lust.
You're not suicidal,
You don't want to try,
But you wonder, just wonder,
What it'd be like to die.
But then someone sees!
Someone noticed your cuts!
You think it's all over, but you
keep your mouth shut.
You'll just blame the cat,
Or a trip or a fall,
But really you're wishing you
could just tell them all.
You just want to scream,
"Help! Notice my need!"
But you won't, you'll just lie,
Then you'll go home and bleed.
This could go on for months or
possibly years,
Then something will change and
bring you to tears.
It's time to speak up, get help;
face your fears.
You'll throw out your razors and
vow not to cut,
You'll reach out for help,
You can't do it yourself.
It will seem like forever;
Be it a day or a month,
Since the last lovely time
When you made your last cut.
The pathway is long,
You may slip once or twice,
But that doesn't mean that you're
lost to the knife.
The scars on your body,
The urge in your head,
Will be with you long after
depression is dead.
Although you've recovered, it's
become part of you.
So don't mind the people that
judge you untrue.
So learn from what happened
Know you're alive!
And never regret what you did to
survive.
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Love. Loss. Life.
RandomMy love. My loss. My life. My random thoughts, rants, and things that happen to me. Also alot of quotes by me and others and alot of song lyrics I like. Almost like a diary kinda thing.