Razor Edge Poem by Lilith Van'Nightinveil

That razor looks so perfect
Shiny and sharp
I pick it up
I look at it up
Understand it
Feel it
Test it
Soon the shiny sharp object
Touches my skin
I feel a prick
Than a pinch
Soon my skin
Has a cut
Little blood droplets form
Soon it’s running down my arm

More and more cover my arm
The pain subsides
But my arm IS covered with blood
Little rivers of blood
Rivets drying there
I seek Help
I feel guilty
I start to sob

All this a memory
Flood back as one
Making me sad
Depressed even
Nothing can cheer me up
But everything can bring me down.