Sick Of The Tempting Razor Poem by Alexis Weiermann

That razor tempts me everyday,
and everynight.
Finally one night I can't take it.
As I fall asleep in your arms,
You hold onto me tighter.
When I wake in the night
I look at your beautiful face,
I softely kiss your lips,
Then I'm out of your arms.
I didn't hear the three words you said to me
As I walked out of the room towards the bathroom.
I know that if I would have
I wouldn't have done what I did.
You said 'I love you'.
I probably would have turned back around
And snuggled back in to your loving arms,
But I didn't hear you.
When I got in the bathroom I looked at myself in the mirror,
Tempting razor in hand and all.
I was sick of the razor tempting me...
So I did what I had to
To never hear it calling me again.
I slit my throat,
Ear to ear.
Like a big red grin.
It grinned while I silently cried.
As soon as I saw the blood,
I knew I shouldn't have.
There was no way I could live.
Then everything became fuzzy.
I fell to the floor.
Everything was black.
I knew that the razor would tempt me no more.
It wasn't your fault my love.
It was all mine.
I didn't love myself enough.
I didn't mean for it to hurt you either.
It was only meant for my pain,
I was sick of the razor tempting me eachday
And eachnight.