The Razor Life Poem by Tricia Lemaster

They don't even realize that slowly, I am
dying inside
No-one can help, no-one tries
Only one thing helps, it's by my side
My razor,
there it is, and a pile of band-aids,
all ready to help my pain
One little slice will make the pain go away
A couple more....the pain feels so good
The more pain the razor gives, the better I feel.
The razor gets it's use,
I've promised people I wouldn't, but my razor
finds my wrists.
It's my razor's life