Razor
I look into the mirror,
And think about my past.
I pick up a razor
As I stare hatefully at the glass.
I slide the razor slow and deep
Across my bare, white wrist.
As I silently start to cry,
I wonder how it came to this.
I used to be so happy,
I always saw the light.
But now there’s only darkness,
And a depression I can’t fight.
I can’t take it anymore,
I just want to be free.
I can’t face this pain
That exists inside of me.
I want to fight the darkness,
I want to end the pain.
But it is an endless cycle,
And I know I can’t escape.
Pheenix 2005
