I miss you my small sharp friends. I miss the feel of your cold metal on my warm skin. The pinch of you spilling my skin open. I'm proud I got rid of you but damn I miss you. I promised if drop and I did. For good. Because everytime I used you to cut my legs I also cut my friends hearts. I know they hate seeing me with those little red and white lines. So I'm done. But I want you back sometimes.... And I know his easy it would be to get another one. Just take my new... Sharp.... Razor apart and slice to my hearts content. But I'm trying to fight the urge to do that. You ruined me. You almost ruined my relationship. So yes. I miss you my sharp friends but this is goodbye. I'll heal on the outside before my soul has but I'll have no more scars to show for it. At least none that the world will see.
