The pressure builds
Everything expands
It becomes too much
It’s like a giant bubble inside my head
Pushing things around and making it hurt
I feel like exploding

I have a small razor
One from my pencil sharpener
And I know that all the bad stuff inside
Will slip out with one cut
A few more cuts and it’ll start rushing out
Rushing out faster with every cut

I forgot how this relief felt
The adrenaline rushes, but I am calm
I can relax
I can act normal again
I can fake the smiles easier now
All until it starts building up again