I'm in this lonely room, crying in the corner.
With a razor in my hand, it's my only friend.
One cut, Two cut, Three cut, Four..
What a mess I have made.
Five cut, Six cut, Seven cut more.
I can feel the pain.
No one's here to stop me, I'm all alone.
tears start streaming down my cheek, what have I done?
Here I stand, looking at myself.
Over a hundred scars, is this what you wanted?
This razor is my only friend, are you proud of me?
Sticks and stones may break my bones, but I am strong.
I am bulletproof, I am your worst enemy.
The longer I live like this, the more I dye inside.
With this razor in my hand, the more I cut.
Oh honey what a mess I've made.
I cry some more, this razor is my only friend.
~Kasiex .
