They skim the top layer of my skin
(blades...blades...blades...)
It is colder than the glares I get
(blades...blades...blades...)
It gives me so many goosebumps
(blades...blades...blades...)
But there are things I won't forget
(blades...blades...blades...)
A thesaurus is beside my note
(blades...blades...blades...)
But it cannot sum up any words
(blades...blades...blades...)
Perfect visions dance in my head
(blades...blades...blades...)
My written words are blurred
(blades...blades...blades...)
The feelings are coming back
(blades...blades...blades...)
And so are the old thoughts
(blades...blades...blades...)
And even my scars
(blades...blades...blades...)
Of the battles I've fought
(blades...blades...blades...)
The scars are a metaphor
(blades...blades...blades...)
For disappearing into nature
(blades...blades...blades...)
I can hear the animals roar
(blades...blades...blades...)
"****! I hate her!"
(blades...blades...blades...)
I'm not a normal girl
(blades...blades...blades...)
My necklace is a razor blade
(blades...blades...blades...)
One obsessing thought over and over
(blades...blades...blades...)
That I may use it one day.