The razor blade is my best friend
It's there when I need it
And will always be there for me
It's my best friend
I can see the way it looks at me
When I am in pain
It's speaking to me
Saying "Come here, and make another mark"
All I do is sit back
And color my wrist with red
As the blood trickles down
I try not to cry
I am getting rid of my pain
When I use the razor blade
And I know someday it will kill me
So I take it slow
When I look at it
I see dry blood on it
Then I start to cry
While asking myself why I put myself through this
I know it's not worth it
But it's all I do to get rid of the pain
When I get done I feel no pain
I only feel blood falling