Razor

Razors on the wrist

the razor cuts deep within my vein
only releasing blood and pain
stars will shine and grass will grow
I just let my red river flow
Blades comfort me and cuts releave me
I may be hazardous
maybe even deadly
I want to scream but no one cares
even when i have terrible nightmares
my blood will be teeming with painful memories
but cutting myself I can do with ease
      -Lembus