A Little Higher

I cannot cry
I want to, but I take it out,
“other ways”
My way
The dull razor looks good
I know it will make me feel better
To get all the pain out
But I’ll have to cover it again
I hate that part
Hate builds inside of me
I need to take it out some how
This is my some how
The pain feels so good.
Maybe I can go a little higher,
I do
Even better
Just a little bit higher,
To high.
Nothing.
I think I went high enough.