I stand alone in this darkened bathroom
With hatred of myself and every part of my life
Spinning a sharp razor blade through my fingers
As I run my eyes up and down my arms.
Tears roll down my face as I slap my hand against the mirror
As I toss the razor blade on the bench and grab my head
My world is just spinning with all these thoughts in my head
While I slide down the wall with the razor blade in between my hands.
No tears run down my face while the stinging pain starts
As I dig and slide the razor blade up and down my arm
My blood is flowing freely as I cut more and more lines
Into every part of my arms that I am able to reach.
As I stand and look in the mirror I see the damage I have caused
With blood flowing through and over the razor blades cuts
Now as I look in the mirror at myself I finally know who I am
I’m someone with a problem who needs help before this blade cuts my neck.
Feb 27, 2011
Feb 27, 2011 at 8:38 PM UTC
I stand alone in this darkened bathroom
With hatred of myself and every part of my life
Spinning a sharp razor blade through my fingers
As I run my eyes up and down my arms.
Tears roll down my face as I slap my hand against the mirror
As I toss the razor blade on the bench and grab my head
My world is just spinning with all these thoughts in my head
While I slide down the wall with the razor blade in between my hands.
No tears run down my face while the stinging pain starts
As I dig and slide the razor blade up and down my arm
My blood is flowing freely as I cut more and more lines
Into every part of my arms that I am able to reach.
As I stand and look in the mirror I see the damage I have caused
With blood flowing through and over the razor blades cuts
Now as I look in the mirror at myself I finally know who I am
I’m someone with a problem who needs help before this blade cuts my neck.