Every time we talk we fight.

It's just fire rolling off your tongue,

Spitting out every hurtful word in the book.

I sit there and cry knowing I'm worthless to you :(

He looked at me, it felt like ice

It was cold and I froze

I take a second to take a look

He was gorgeous

Never seen a man like him, beautiful brown eyes and a handsome smile that lasted a mile

Just a stunning young man

That made me smile

It was three hours of torture in anticipation for what was gonna happen next

I was excited but nervous because of my choice to wear shorts leaves  

  I was doing okay until someone said something

I frozen in time

What do I do, what do I say

I chose to say nothing which made him more suspicious  

All I could think was I'm sorry

Like I'm so sorry for what happened to me.

As I cut I feel the tears coming on

The tears of blood,

The blood represents hurt and pain

But it can also represent, that I have found my peace

The razor goes for the vain, digging it deep down I feel free

Free of that pain and hurt that's no longer apart of me

I am torn

The razor stabs at me like a thorn

Poking my heart till I bleed

I am in deed gone...