Fucked up

this is about when i relasped

i'm sorry hun,

i fucked up again

i turned to my razor

when i needed a friend

i fought the battle

but lost the war

a month down the drain

and all what for?

to see blood

to feel pain

i wonder if i'm mental

i'm clearly not sane

i craved this

i missed this so much

i missed the high

and the razors tender touch

now i feel the sting

with my sleeves pulled down

i see the stares

hear the whispers all around

they judge me, hate me

talk behind my back

ignorance is what they are

and intelligence is what the lack