The scars on her arms
Seemed to worsen
As time floated by
As her wounds healed
She reopened them
As her blood poured
She just sat there
And wept
All from
The razor blade she kept
In her cabinet
Locked away
Don't worry
She gave her time of day
The blade never had to face
Loneliness
For it always had a companion
Her arms indeed
The blade loved to split
So he split her
Open to
Breaking point
Till the day she
Left the world
All because
Of one blade
That had a name
Had a say
