I Tried Being Perfect Now Here's My Mask

It's like I can feel it, as if it's a heat source or something. The razor is only a few inches from my thigh, and I already feel the burn of it. I don't know how long I sit there looking at the razor, sun glinting off of it making it shine in a way it never has before, but it must have been a while, because I hear my mom yell up to me that I need to hurry.
"Later" i say whispering to the sharp object that controls my life.