When the razor hits the skin. It rips everything open. You bleed. The only thing left are scars. When someone leaves you. They leave a scar. Something that can never be forgotten. My body is filled with scars. Its filled with pain..and anger.. i hope somebody else out there.. knows these emotions.. and feelings... and thoughts. The razor is my friend.... he helps me. Not literally. He just puts my mind away.. and sends it.to a diffrent state.. dapression..sadness.. lonliness.. resides here.. andnthe only thing. Thats ever left.. are scars..
