The Razor

To be honest, it's hard not to open old wounds

to keep telling myself it'll get better soon

Sometimes I just play the tune

because honestly I got too much to loose

Five months, but the blade still controls my mind

I tell myself "it'll get easier, just give it time."

Tell everybody that I'm doing fine

while razors dance behind my mind

How the f**k do I save anyone else 

when I can't save myself?

My mouth smiles, but mind screams for help

Metaphorical gag keeps the words in so oh well

Thinking of the relief from the blade is a mix of lust and shame

Telling myself to go back to the game

but when I look at the scars etched with pain

Reminds me the razor never fixed a damn thing.